What Hollywood bigwigs are predicting for award season 2019
It’s award season. Every 10 minutes another award. Best Picture, best makeup schmearer, best rented shmatta . . .
Hollywood heavies with big mouths and bigger size egos today say: “A Star Is Born” — no Best Picture.
It’s goo-goo over Gaga and director Bradley Cooper — but the film’s too long. Second hour falls apart; 600 close-ups is too many and even Robin Hood already saw the original one in the woods.
“Roma.” Raves. Foreign entries almost beat our US ones. Before booking “Roma,” venues need to be large enough to accommodate its SRO audience. After Alfonso Cuarón ’s black-and-white movie with subtitles, what’s next? His silent film? Being it’s “artistic,” even ancients who prefer Schwarzenegger stuff will be afraid not to vote for it.
Enough with “boy” movies. All good. None will win. “Ben Is Back” (Julia Roberts), “Beautiful Boy” (Timothée Chalamet, who’ll go the distance and grab something. Steve Carell who’s A-1 dissed being put up for “Supporting”) and “Boy Erased” (Nicole Kidman who, by the way, is in “Boy Erased,” “Aquaman,” “Destroyer” — every film but those behind deli cash registers).
“Green Book” didn’t track in the beginning. After pros saw it, Universal — which makes commercial moneymakers like “Spider-Man,” not necessarily award winners — opened its Grinch treasury to mount an Oscar campaign. Viggo Mortensen grabs Best Actor; Mahershala Ali, Best Supporting.
Rami Malek, of “Bohemian Rhapsody,” gets a nom although no limo, cab or subway. He’s into legs. “I do the show ‘Mr. Robot’ here and constantly run through streets to get places quicker than I can on wheels.”
So be aware. That dude whizzing past you could be Freddie Mercury.
Small, brilliant “Leave No Trace” opened too early so maybe left leaving no trace. Melissa McCarthy should be up for “Can You Ever Forgive Me?” and Glenn Close for “The Wife,” but Glenn told me Olivia Colman for “The Favourite” (not necessarily everyone’s favorite) grabs it.
And “Crazy Rich Asians,” making more money than all the tea in China, figures to take home something.
Bet your bottom dollar
Heavy money’s on the film of James Baldwin’s novel “If Beale Street Could Talk,” with maybe a Supporting for Regina King. Drums also beat for Christian Bale’s Best Actor as Dick Cheney in “Vice” and Ethan Hawke in “First Reformed.” “Capernaum” everyone praises. “Stan & Ollie” has great, terrific John C. Reilly, who deserves a Best Actor nom. Only popcorn sellers are poppin’ for “Mary Poppins.” Spike Lee, who rates everything for “BlacKkKlansman” and never won this golden statuette and is high on everyone’s list, said to me: “This film’s a culmination of all I’ve ever done. Listen, I’m into my fourth decade as a filmmaker. What I am is a storyteller.”
The Ruth Bader Ginsburg film “On the Basis of Sex” is not up for anything. Its inept title turns off those who figure it’ll be tight crotch shots of females sliding down firehouse poles. It’s not that. Nor is it a documentary. It’s history. And it’s entertaining.
To quote one big-mouth’s sputter: “With Harvey Weinstein not around to stir the pot, Oscar is now a crapshoot.”
Rather than waste my little space left, I add one lone pithy personal query: Why can’t someone shut up Bernie Sanders?
May 5, 2014, Saks Fifth, publicist Joanne Binder bought a Vuitton purse — $4,250 plus tax. They said the item contained some defect, return it and they’d reissue anything of equal value. She did, and they handed her another new handbag.
Only at Saks Fifth in New York, kids, only at Saks Fifth in New York.
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