Lately I've found myself wanting more from film-- the new, the feminine, the "other." In an ideal world, this year's Oscars would help catapult radical change in the industry.
We finally finally finally had a number of acceptance speeches that tackled cultural issues that we are facing. Finally the acceptance speeches reflected us and what we are all going through, collectively.
Though our country has progressed in institutionalizing particular laws and rights surrounding the issue of race discrimination, there is still much work to be done. The culture that we create now has the ability to influence both the government and perhaps even more immediately relevant, the lives of those around us.
This letter is STRICTLY an attempt to procure work for myself and if that means bumping Neil Patrick Harris out of the way next year, then so be it. And so without further ado --
Even if you didn't get through med school by age 15 (in real life or on TV), you can reinvent yourself to reach new professional heights.
On a night where the world -- to the tune of 1 billion people -- was listening, it was as an appropriate time as ever, long overdue in fact, to speak of suicide.
Why has it become impossible to express an opinion about a performer without being personally (and illogically) attacked? Why do fans take that opinion so personally themselves and feel they have to slam the writer?
Since feet come in different sizes and shapes finding the perfect shoe for an evening such as the Oscars or any event can be a daunting task. The wrong pair of shoes can make the whole evening a very uncomfortable experience.
This past Sunday, the Twittersphere was buzzing with all things Oscar. According to data supplied by Twitter, here's how the evening played out.
True diversity is more than a studio spotlighting a few black mega stars in big production movies and then back-patting itself for its efforts to make diversity a reality. It means implementing meaningful programs and initiatives.
CBS has realized the juggernaut ratings of its opening weekend of March Madness. Imagine the same captured audience if the Academy could somehow string along its Sunday-night glacier movement into biteable chunks for us mavens!
The director of "Birdman" twice got up to accept an Oscar and twice the director thanked...Brad Weston!
We can say the Academy Award doesn't matter to truly independent filmmakers and their fans. We can use this as the ultimate -- or most recent -- proof that the Academy just doesn't "get it."
Getting old and forgetting things, especially with busy lives and children, is normal. It's the realization when you begin to lose part of your vibrant self that Moore captures so poignantly.
In the lead up to the 87th Annual Oscars ceremony, 134 documentaries were submitted for consideration by the Academy. Only 5 were nominated. Amongst the 129 near misses, was a list of films illuminating interesting aspects of poverty in America. Here are seven of the better ones.
Besides the Great Boyhood snub of 2015 -- and Eddie Murphy affirming he's purged all personality/humor -- this year's biggest regret surrounds Eddie Redmayne beating Michael Keaton for Best Actor.