The dividing lines have already been drawn -- and continue to be drawn -- about what should or shouldn't be among the year-end awards contenders. And the biggest line, of course, has to do with The Master.
I'm declaring a moratorium on the "found footage" mock documentary. And, while we're at it, how about the same thing for movies shot to look like they're hand-held documentaries, even when they're just fiction films?
Indeed, all these shows had their forebears in the days of radio. But, for the sake of argument, let's leave our family-tree tracing to the early days of TV. There are really only four models for most reality shows, four shows from which all others spring.
Some people have greeted this week's selection of James Franco and Anne Hathaway as hosts for next February's Oscar broadcast as a harbinger of doom. Yeah, right -- like this annual ritual wasn't already one of the walking dead.
Yes, I understand the appeal of the Real Housewives -- and also the way they dull the minds and intellects of all who watch them. Bravo obviously doesn't own a patent on creating garbage, but it is absolutely an industry leader in its production.
Recently, I had to choose between two screenings, both happening at the same time. One was Lottery Ticket, a comedy starring Bow Wow. The other was A Film Unfinished, a Holocaust-themed documentary. That seems like a no-brainer, right?
I just saw that whole "army of the dead" in a movie. Well, actually, a couple of movies. If you want a demonstration of the studios' imagination deficit problem, just screen-hop at your local multiplex.