The Shape of Water wins Best Film, and Best Director goes to Guillermo del Toro. Agnes Varda is Defying Age and Ageism, and Hollywood’s sexual tormentors are inducted in the AWFJ Hall of Shame.
And apparently I’m one of the critics keeping the flame.
Cornball disaster-porn melodrama… in 3D! Dumb, insulting, and bloodless. It’s Hollywood’s subconscious death wish brought to life, in more ways than one.
Grading on the Ratner Curve, this is a positive triumph. The cheesy clichés are at least passingly entertaining. You could do worse.
Grumpy Cat the Movie is coming, and it’s going to be horrible, and you can’t stop it. But we can dream about making it better…
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
A few shoulds off the top of my head: Bryan Singer. Brad Bird. Christopher Nolan. Joss Whedon. A few should-nots: Brett Ratner. Michael Bay.
Spongebob Squarepants? Troy McClure and Rainier Wolfcastle? Who else could we trust with this noble endeavor?
For a film critic, there are few pleasures more satisfying than ripping into a bad movie. But one of those few is discovering that a film that you were expecting to hate — a movie that you had no doubts whatsoever would turn out to be utterly awful — turns out to be wonderful.
There’s a long tradition of comedians and comic actors hosting the Oscars. But can Murphy pull it off?