Anomalisa (dir. Charlie Kaufman)
Pete’s Dragon (dir. David Lowery)
High Rise (dir. Ben Wheatley)
The Invitation (dir. Karyn Kusama)
Ghostbusters (dir. Paul Feig)
Arrival (dir. Denis Villeneuve)
Green Room (dir. Jeremy Saulnier)
Supersonic (dir. Mat Whitecross)
The Conjuring 2 (dir. James Wan)
Knight of Cups (dir. Terrence Malick)
Other assorted opinions and random things
* I enjoyed both MCU films, 10 Cloverfield Lane, Star Wars: Rogue One and some leftovers from 2015 like Love & Mercy, Trainwreck, The Walk, Carol, Steve Jobs & The Visit.
* Over the holidays I intend to catchup with some missed stuff like Everybody Wants Some, The Witch, The Lobster, Swiss Army Man, Don’t Breathe, The Jungle Book, Neon Demon, Voyage of Time, Zootropolis and Hunt for the Wilderpeople.
* Now You See Me 2 was unwatchable. Batman v Superman was noisy and incoherent. Deadpool was puerile and overrated but I would’ve loved it as a teenager.
* I thought Spielberg’s BFG was a lesser effort, though not without charm. From my end, Disney’s Pete’s Dragon was the forgotten gem of the summer, out-beasting the adequate Fantastic Beasts, out-Spielberging a C-grade Berg and topping Stranger Things in terms of 80s nostalgia porn.
*Malick’s Knight of Cups was a massive improvement on To the Wonder.
*The Conjuring 2 is a really likeable and scary horror sequel – a rarity. The new Blair Witch movie was alright too, and deserved to be more successful.
*Paul Feig’s Ghostbusters is very funny and didn’t deserve to get caught up in some sort of online culture war. No original-cast or original-continuity sequel would’ve worked as well.
*On television, I was on board for Better Call Saul, Daredevil, Preacher, Westworld, Peaky Blinders, Rick & Morty, Broad City, Game of Thrones, House of Cards and engaged in way too many conversations about Making a Murderer.
*Musically, I liked PJ Harvey’s Hope Six Demolition Project, Radiohead’s Moon Shaped Pool, The Last Shadow Puppets Everything You’ve Come to Expect, Leonard Cohen’s You Want it Darker and Peter Doherty’s Hamburg Demonstrations. I’m still pissed with Kanye West for not putting out a CD of Life of Pablo and refuse to listen to it. Hamilton Soundtrack is still in solid circulation.
* In 2017, I’m looking forward to Twin Peaks Season 3, Alien: Covenant, Blade Runner 2049, Dunkirk, Star Wars Episode VIII, Guardians 2, Furious 8, John Wick 2, The Dark Tower, Logan, the entire awards run list I’ll catch in January (La La Land, Fences etc), and other similar boring things that 30-year old white men all like.
Falling for a songwriter
I barely even acknowledged the existence of Leonard Cohen before 2008. I’d known, and liked, Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah cover, and I suppose I knew the Cohen name, but I’d never lingered or thought about it any further. I’d coasted through an intensive musical education during my time at university, but it was shamefully Brit-centric and didn’t take in septuagenarian songwriters from Montreal.
My parents went to a concert at Greenwich O2 in July ‘08, a concert captured for posterity in the excellent ‘Live in London’ album and DVD. I remember them raving about how extraordinary they found it at the time, but wasn’t really paying much attention and nodded along in a generally vague fashion.
It made a bigger impact when they bought four tickets for the return gigs in November, insisting Anna and I come along to ‘experience’ Cohen live. I was tempted to ignore the texts at first – offers of freebies to London events were in no short supply – but something about their passionate insistence, and the desire to make something of my post-Hayes autumn pushed me into accepting.
I’d almost completely forgotten until a couple of weeks before the event, stealing a copy of the piss-coloured first Greatest Hits from the parents’ collection and sticking it on my iPod. The mid-seventies 12 track only covers the first four albums, never hitting the middle aged growl, and exclusively exploring the biggest ‘hits’ of Cohen’s softer voice. I was fascinated and enchanted, surprised to never have listened before and immediately narrowing in on ‘Suzanne’ and ‘So Long Marianne’ as album highpoints.
Anna bailed out in favour of a Razorlight ticket clash at Brixton Academy, regrettably preferring an evening of shirtless Johnny Borrell to LC. I’ve never really forgiven her, though the extra seat proved useful for bag and coat storage.
We were in the back row, north left of stage, hidden away in the upper tier. There were over 10,000 people in the venue that night, our seats at such steepness that I thought we’d topple out into the void and crash down onto stage as flesh confetti. During the interval, sandwiched between ‘Anthem’ and ‘Tower of Song’ – both heard for the first time in that room – I was convinced I was watching the best concert of my life. There were also chips! Surprisingly good concert chips! And beer. You’d think O2 would mangle the catering, but chips/beer/Cohen proved an irresistible mix. It was as though management knew the night was special and upped their game.
Cohen blasted through over 25 songs in total, taking in over forty years of career. The times outside were strange ones, with an unpopular government in office, the world mired in financial collapse and a disappointing James Bond film on general release. In that room though, never usually good for live music, Cohen crushed the despair out of the audience. An artist unfairly smeared as being downcast and grey brought a crowd to its feet.
We left a song or two before the end of the encore, keen to miss the crush on the way to Greenwich North. It seems peculiar behaviour on retrospect, as half the crowd had waited a lifetime to see this artist, and we’re strolling out of the door early. I suppose I didn’t feel compelled to stay until the last clap. I’d been radicalised into a guerrilla fighter of the Montreal militia, planning a lifetime of summers on Hydra and Jewish occupation of the ear drum. The sooner we got out of that building, the sooner I could head home and start the real work.
2008, of course, was not a year of fantastic resource. I’d just moved house, I was still broke from the previous place, and my only luxury was a short holiday booked for the following spring with the proceeds of a utility rebate. Old habits persisted, so I chose the way of the animal and downloaded Cohen’s entire back catalogue illegally. I got the works, the full eleven studio albums that existed at that point, some live records, anything I could get my hands on. Usually when making a commitment to an artist with history I’d start slowly, falling hard for the Greatest Hits and then delicately probe onward with the supposed ‘best’ albums. With Cohen I threw caution to the wind, racking up some hundred plus songs in chronological order. Starting with ‘Suzanne’ on 1967’s ‘Songs of Leonard Cohen’ and marching forth, I ploughed through that back catalogue with militant dedication. Obsessing, learning, memorising, it was the most instant and intense musical connection of my life being lived out decades after most of the work had been born.
Anna took convincing. I tried to play albums, to her general disinterest, leaping on tickets for Cohen’s show the following summer at Weybridge, Mercedes Benz world and hoping her baring witness would make a second believer. I mean, she chose to go and see Razorlight over him the first time around. Fucking Razorlight!
There was a little improvement before the date itself, until one night a couple of weeks out where she demanded, to my surprise, for the iPod to be docked and some of those delicate early tracks to float over sleeptime. I remember laying in the bed as ‘Last Year’s Man’ played, knowing I’d come close to succeeding in my desire to force Cohen into the relationship next to Pete Doherty. Perhaps they could light each others cigarettes?
The concert in Weybridge was, in many ways, a disaster. No fault of Cohen or his exemplary band, but the outdoor location, atrocious weather, and non-existent infrastructure made for a miserable day. It was the sort of concert we still invoke when wallowing in gallows humour, its failings shining through the ages and always there when pondering how well or badly an event is going. ‘It could be worse; it could be Mercedes Benz world’. Many memories rise up, from the crappy disposable ponchos we bought, to the sheepish attendant who mopped dry our seats, the mushroom crepe and granule coffee I tried to feed Anna and the relentless, unyielding onslaught of rain. Cohen shone out through the hell, winning Anna’s affection even if his presence couldn’t quite make up for the shitty afternoon itself. Hundreds of cups of tea were required to correct the damage.
As my interest deepened to novels and biographies, my playlists took on more colourful flavours, splitting apart the songs into strange, personalised categories based on mood and association. New artists were in the mix again, I needed people in my life who were still producing. Cohen was like a blanket, but the tracks that existed were locked in place. There wouldn’t be any more. There had been a successful world tour, debts had been paid, life would return to normal. I suspected I’d seen him for the last time.
January 2012. A new album. ‘Old Ideas’ was certainly his most technically accomplished and interesting release since 1992’s ‘The Future’, the 10 tracks gently sliding by with Cohen’s spoken voice layered over his touring bands expert play. I love the recordings on the post-resurrection releases. His songwriting is always reliably brilliant, but the backing singers and arrangement accompanies the older, lower-energy vocal so beautifully that it feels like the ultimate realisation of what he’s been striving for since his voice deepened out in the early eighties.
The new tour went on for ages. I’m still questioning why we never tried to go to one of the earlier European dates, but we finally attended again in September 2013. By this time, his songs had spent several years in stereo circulation, as loved by Anna as myself. Tickets in the basket. No flood of rain this time, no stupid fucking poncho. Prime seats, with an album to back the whole thing, experienced in real-time with the hardcore. Of course, my interest appeared mild alongside the lifers, the enthusiasts and crazies that followed the band around the continent – around the world, but we were just pleased to see him again in a better environment.
I remember very little of that third, and probably final, concert. It’s as though my feelings were so intense and detailed at both Greenwich ’08 and Weybridge ’09 my brain, knowing this might be the last time, wanted to just preserve the moment in the moment and not extend itself to filling my somewhat unreliable long term memory bank. We had uninterrupted, direct line-of-sight, close to stage. It was obviously too much for my brain to handle!
The story wasn’t over, further albums would emerge unexpectedly and at short notice with 2014’s ‘Popular Problems’ (incredible) and 2016’s recent ‘You Want it Darker’ (great). Both were much the same breed as ‘Old Ideas’ and dominated my listening habits for weeks. Both slot in with the previous work, an organic part of a life’s music and a worthy continuation of expression demonstrated throughout a career stretching through six decades.
And now he’s gone, of course, as all things are. I don’t know how I feel about it. On one hand, Leonard Cohen as a man is uniquely suited to that final rite of passage; on the other hand those of us left behind have to deal with the floods of feelings accompanying that end. I hoped he could cling on for the same 107 years his Buddhist master-bro Kyozan Joshu Sasaki achieved in the Mount Baldy monastery where Cohen spent most of the 1990s.
One last tour. The hundredth birthday spectacle in Autumn 2034. Book my ticket! But not now. It’s over.
My favourite ten Leonard Cohen songs
I should caveat this list with the insistence that it would shift and change on a daily basis and that it’s shitty to choose favourites, because I love pretty much every song on every album. Except for ‘Jazz Police’.
In age order…
Suzanne (Songs of Leonard Cohen, 1967)
Sisters of Mercy (Songs of Leonard Cohen, 1967)
So Long Marianne (Songs of Leonard Cohen, 1967)
Famous Blue Raincoat (Songs of Love and Hate, 1971)
Is This What You Wanted (New Skin for the Old Ceremony, 1974)
Memories (Death of a Ladies’ Man, 1977)
Take This Waltz (I’m Your Man, 1988)
Closing Time (The Future, 1992)
Going Home (Old Ideas, 2012)
A Street (Popular Problems, 2014)
Who should win:
Best Picture: Spotlight
Best Director: George Miller (Mad Max: Fury Road)
Best Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio (The Revenant)
Best Actress: Brie Larson (Room)
Best Supporting Actor: Sylvester Stallone (Creed)
Best Supporting Actress: Jennifer Jason Leigh (The Hateful Eight)
Best Original Screenplay: Alex Garland (Ex-Machina)
Best Adapted Screenplay: Adam McKay/Charles Randolph (The Big Short)
Who probably will win:
Best Picture: The Revenant
Best Director: Alejandro G. Iñárritu (The Revenant)
Best Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio (The Revenant)
Best Actress: Brie Larson (Room)
Best Supporting Actor: Sylvester Stallone (Creed)
Best Supporting Actress: Alicia Vikander (The Danish Girl)
Best Original Screenplay: Tom McCarthy/Josh Singer (Spotlight)
Best Adapted Screenplay: Adam McKay/Charles Randolph (The Big Short)
I suspect Mad Max: Fury Road (still thrilled by all those nominations) will gobble up most of the techies + editing, production design, costumes and makeup. In terms of win number it’ll probably come tops but Revenant will trump it to the big two (+ actor and cinematography). It’s a fine film, but the relentless banging on about challenging filming conditions is tiresome (this shit doesn’t come close to an Apocalypse Now or Fitzcarraldo), and I can’t help shake the feeling the overrated Iñárritu is about to win consecutive Oscars despite not warranting frontrunner status.
I might tweet periodically through Sunday night until passing out due to exhaustion/annoyance.
‘The Big Short’ (dir. Adam McKay)
Very impressive ability to convey extremely complicated detail re-financial crisis in palatable, audience-friendly way. Really nailed that knack of not speaking down to the audience whilst not being impenetrable. Perhaps lacking in the bravura or edge of The Wolf of Wall Street. McKay’s comedy films have always had an unusual, weird kind of intelligence to them so it’s nice to see him pushing against the ceiling of his talents. Always good to see Christian Bale in non-grimdark mode.
‘Room’ (dir. Lenny Abrahamson)
I loved Brie Larson in the criminally under-seen Short Term 12 and I loved her even more in this. Same goes for Abrahamson who rolled out a gem with Frank and just builds on that promise. I haven’t read Emma Donoghue’s novel – by all accounts terrific – should have done that. It’s beautifully constructed, with a really stand-out score and a tremendous supporting cast. The central relationship between the boy and mother worked so well with Abrahamson handling the tricky subject matter with the same proficiency as he dealt with the mental health stuff in Frank.
‘Spotlight’ (dir. Tom McCarthy)
All the President’s Men and Zodiac quality procedural brilliance meets a fuckstorm of incredible character actor roles and worthy, provocative subject matter. Tom McCarthy drags me back to those happy days of The Wire Season V! The resurrection of Michael Keaton’s career is a joy to witness. Where were these parts ten or fifteen years ago? Completely absorbing, completely satisfying to watch, actors bouncing around knowing knowing they’re doing their best work. Great.
I’ve seen all the Best Picture nominees now (except Brooklyn – out DVD 29/02). My loose favourites list goes something like Mad Max Fury Road, Spotlight, Bridge of Spies, The Martian, Room, The Revenant, The Big Short. It’s the best list of nominees since spring 2011, and to be honest I’d find any of those pictures a pretty worthy winner.
‘The Hateful Eight’ (dir. Quentin Tarantino)
Reflections of Reservoir Dogs, but with the self-indulgence and period-fetish of his more recent work. People like to quibble about weak points in Tarantino’s canon, but I’ve yet to truly dislike any of his films after 8 features. Angst over the length was bowled away by the sheer quality of the craft and relish of the cast. He makes it look so easy.
‘Joy’ (dir. David O. Russell)
I’ve felt David O. Russell has been slowly disappearing up his own asshole with his last couple of features. I liked many things about Silver Lining’s Playbook and American Hustle, but there was a tinge of artifice and contrivance creeping into play that failed to satisfy quite like his more bitterly honest earlier stuff. Lawrence is excellent, albeit miscast – too youthful, the rest fails to really shift away from the sorts of problems the previous two pictures presented, but with an added identity crisis to boot. Is Joy a messy screwball relationship comedy or a drama of aspiration? I doubt even O.Russell knows.
‘The Revenant’ (dir. Alejandro González Iñárritu)
I find it hard to get excited about Iñárritu’s films, from the interesting but overrated Amores perros to the fun, frothy but really overrated Birdman. The Revenant had me from the start with its confidence, daring and beautiful, terrifying photography (Emmanuel Lubezki really is the master). DiCaprio deserves the awards simply for being such a trooper and diving into this shit so fearlessly. The audacity of Herzog with the beauty of Malick. I thought it was terrific.
‘Creed’ (dir. Ryan Coogler)
I remember thinking when Rocky Balboa came out in 2006 that it was probably the weightiest instalment since the original, but I’m thinking that honour now passes to this sequel-come-spin-off. I’m staggered by how satisfying it is and pretty much awed that such a fresh, character-centric story could pop up 40-years into a franchise. This isn’t just a good Rocky film but legitimately one of my favourite films of the season and well-deserving of all that praise/awards recognition floating around.
*I‘ve blasted through all thirteen episodes of Marvel/Netflix’ impressive Jessica Jones, which held together better than the three other mixed-bag MCU shows. I liked much of last year’s Daredevil, but this is the first Marvel show I feel completely works as its own thing, with a steel spine and a really brilliant central character/performance bouncing off a truly intimidating threat. It’s so tight and focused. The feature film division and the other shows have a lot to learn from what they’ve done with this.
*I’ve read Stephen King’s 11/22/63 and Dan Hodges’ One Minute to Ten. Both were solid.
*I was quite sad about Alan Rickman and super sad about David Bowie. Apparently Celine Dion’s husband and thousands of other people died too but I didn’t give a shit about them so I’m generally fine with it.
I was lazy and didn’t see enough.
I really liked films Kingsman: The Secret Service, Ex-Machina, John Wick, Inside Out, Krampus, It Follows, Bridge of Spies, Whiplash and The Martian.
I really liked tv shows Fargo, Parks & Rec, Better Call Saul, Daredevil and Orange is the New Black.
Boyhood was a much better film than Birdman and should have won the Oscar in February.
I was disappointed with Avengers: Age of Ultron, Spectre and Crimson Peak. I hated Terminator Genisys. Ant-Man was a very pleasant surprise. I was deeply troubled by the politics of American Sniper.
Star Wars: The Force Awakens and Jurassic World – the two biggest movies of the year – brought their respective franchises back from the brink, guaranteeing future interest by letting me wallow in the warm bath of nostalgia backed with fresh casting and strong setpieces. I liked both more than expected.
Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation and Furious 7 were probably the best instalments of their respective series.
I need to catch up on The Gift, Carol, The Lobster, Trainwreck, Spy, Joy, Sicario, Legend, Brooklyn, The Walk, Everest, Macbeth, 45 Years, The Diary of a Teenage Girl, Amy, Son of Saul, Knight of Cups and The Look of Silence.
In 2016 I’m looking forward to Creed, Anomalisa, The Hateful Eight, Spotlight, Deadpool, Captain America: Civil War, Star Wars: Rogue One, Batman vs Superman, Ghostbusters, the Independence Day sequel and The BFG. I hope Terry Gilliam, Spike Jonze, Sarah Polley, PT Anderson and David Fincher get their next projects off the ground. I hope Terrence Malick releases some of the stuff he’s already made.
My favourite film of 2015, with no real competition was Mad Max: Fury Road for all the multitude of reasons illustrated by so many others
I watched some American films. Also, Penny Dreadful S03, Hannibal S03, True Detective S02, Marvel’s Agent Carter S01, Inside Amy Schumer S01 a load of old monster-of-the-week X-Files episodes + the first half of Netflix’ Wet Hot American Summer prequel series.
‘Ant-Man’ (dir. Peyton Reed)
Surprise surprise, after a year of expecting Marvel to finally shit the boat post-Edgar Wright they prove us all wrong by crushing it for about the five millionth time. After being underwhelmed by the messy Avengers: Age of Ultron, I never realised how much I needed a low-key MCU entry with middling scale and minor ambition beyond an intense desire to entertain. Rudd is such a likeable presence and never feels like he’s leading a cast with the pressures and responsibilities of a pricey Disney investment on the line. For the first time in years I was able to shift my thinking away from the baggage of the shared-universe concept and focus simply on the story and characters at hand.
‘Inside Out’ (dir. Pete Docter)
Many seem to believe Pixar are in the midst of some sort of dry spell, albeit a dry spell where no production gains less than decent reviews and $500m+ in receipts. It seems unfair to punish the studio for not producing outright masterpieces on every occasion, as if the excellent Monsters University not attaining the flawlessness of its predecessor is somehow sacrilege. I think Inside Out is probably their best work this decade and can stand proudly alongside Wall-E, Up, Ratatouille era. These guys make sophisticated, conceptually tricky ideas, ideas of immense complexity, not just glow but radiate off the screen. I’m in awe of how the Pixar team shape this stuff into funny, living audience-friendly product without sacrificing a shred of the artistry.
‘Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation’ (dir. Christopher McQuarrie)
Christopher McQuarrie is just a tremendous craftsman, delivering the best entry since the ‘96 De Palma picture. I like the standalone nature of these stories, the increasing bravery and ingenuity of Cruise in approaching these stunts and the total understanding of the tone required by Baldwin, Pegg etc. The Vienna opera house sequence is simply a great setpece, wonderfully conceived and beautifully executed by McQuarrie, Cruise and Rebecca Ferguson. Ghost Protocol was essentially the astounding Dubai sequence with a skeleton film wrapped around it. McQuarrie’s picture, by comparison, keeps throwing on the great moments and boundless energy making for yet another terrific summer action picture after the highs of Furious 7 and Mad Mad: Fury Road.
Yeah, so this one stunk.
Genisys never justifies its own existence, failing to delve into the rich series mythology to find a story worth telling and instead opting to, effectively, follow T3’s lead in offering up another stale remake of T2: Judgment Day. If you’re going to extend the franchise beyond the definitive ending of James Cameron’s two pictures, at least bring something to warrant dragging out audiences for a fifth time. Fandom has no problem conjuring endless interesting stories in the Terminator-verse, so why do studios so consistently fail to capitalise on the possibilities available? Why does this sequel – with no shortage of talent behind and in front of the camera – mangle itself into circles and eventually disappear deep up its own asshole with thunderously boring setpieces, an atrocious third-act and little in the way of vision, purpose or direction. Why return to this set of characters again when there’s so much obvious fruit to be picked from elsewhere in a post-apocalyptic world? Why am I stuck watching yet another actor as John Connor going through the motions trying to stop the same shit in the same way against the same ‘new model threat’. A series with so much possibility is rendered tedious and unoriginal for the third consecutive film.
Rian Johnson’s Looper, a superior time-travel actioner with a fraction the budget of these ‘sequels’, is a more faithful Terminator follow-up than anything this mob has offered up in the last quarter-century.
‘Jurassic World’ (dir.Colin Trevorrow)
This theme park is negligently run, with seemingly no formal disaster policy or preparation, an incompetent staff and lax H&S. It’s populated by chronically stupid personnel with little to no sign of any regional Hispanic workers. Perhaps they realised it’s a death trap?
I mostly found the film a ball, more than a sniff of John Sayles bonkers ‘raptors with guns’ draft from 2005 and other development-process residuals fashioning an audience-pleasing retro feel quite unlike most of this summer’s output. It’s a Frankenstein’s monster of about twenty other films with an inexplicably Christmassy opening, multiple uses of John Williams’ themes and an endless succession of references to the original picture. Trevorrow might be pushing his luck with the more self-aware qualities, but it’s an enjoyable, dinosaur action picture that greatly improves on the two previous sequels. Messy, flawed but unashamedly dumbo monster fun.
If there’s one big miss, it just goes far to highlight how great Spielberg really is at this shit. He’s the grand master at pulling decent work from a supporting cast where Trevorrow falls headfirst at the character beats and chemistry, nailing the big awe and action technicals whilst showing a tin-ear for the cast fizz.
Other American shit I’ve watched:
‘It Follows’ (dir. David Robert Mitchell): Near perfect indie horror. Fascinating and terrifying ideas, strong young cast, amazing synth score. I loved this.
‘Mad Max: Fury Road’ (dir. George Miller): Best of 2015 thus far. Impeccable craft, ingenuity and entertainment value. Extraordinary performance from Theron, great practical vehicle stunts and refreshing gender politics.
‘Avengers: Age of Ultron’ (dir. Joss Whedon): Feels like a step back down for MCU after the A++ of Winter Soldier and Guardians. Great characters and humour let down by a pedestrian ‘threat’ and excessive bloaty runtime.
‘Furious 7’ (dir. James Wan): A series operating at its absolute highest level for the third consecutive film. Wan persevered through the difficult production and has produced a ballsy, giant, enormously entertaining blockbuster.
‘John Wick’ (dir. Stahelski/Leitch): Keanu Reeves best, and possibly only, good work since the original Matrix. Extremely impressive choreography and world building for such a tight budget.
‘Insidious 3’ (dir. Leigh Whanell): An elegance and technique missing from most horror sequels, let alone round 3. Blumhouse Productions are doing a lot of solid work recently so I’m happy to continue engaging with their strange little astral-projection mythology.
Who will win (probably!):
Best Picture – Birdman
Best Director – Richard Linklater (Boyhood)
Best Actress – Julianne Moore (Still Alice)
Best Actor – Eddie Redmayne (A Theory of Everything)
Best Supporting Actor – JK Simmons (Whiplash)
Best Supporting Actress – Patricia Arquette (Boyhood)
Best Original Screenplay – Birdman
Best Adapted Screenplay – The Imitation Game
Production Design/Makeup/Costumes to The Grand Budapest Hotel, Cinematography to Birdman and a few of the technical awards to American Sniper.
Who should win (of those I’ve seen!):
Best Picture – Boyhood
Best Director – Richard Linklater (Boyhood)
Best Actress – Rosamund Pike (Gone Girl)
Best Actor – Michael Keaton (Birdman)
Best Supporting Actor – Edward Norton (Birdman)
Best Supporting Actress – Patricia Arquette (Boyhood)
Best Original Screenplay – Nightcrawler
Best Adapted Screenplay – Inherent Vice
For reference, I’ve seen 7/8 of the Best Picture nominees. I missed Whiplash.
It’s the least invested I’ve been in a ceremony in over a decade. The omissions cut too deeply. Selma blocked out of director/actor/screenplay, Gone Girl blocked out of picture/director/adapted screenplay/editing, Jake Gyllenhaal snubbed for Best Actor for Nightcrawler (my favourite performance of last year) and – most bafflingly of all – The Lego Movie excluded from the Best Animated Feature category. What the fuck.
The prevalence of some rather vanilla biopics grates. In what mad world do Academy members prefer Cumberbatch/Redmayne and their respective films to David Oyelowo, Gyllenhaal and Joaquin Phoenix?
I’m disappointed Birdman is looking like a big winner. It’s an enjoyable, funny picture, great performances (I’m pro-Keaton all the way), but it’s a performance piece and not the Best Picture. Boyhood deserves the prize. American Sniper is politically toxic and shouldn’t be nominated in any major categories. Playing well in deluded US red states is in no way indicative of quality.