But there’s something incongruent about the term “Oscar season expert” and Chris Rosen‘s blue-plaid flannel shirt.
Flannel shirts are downmarket “normcore.” Back in the 20th Century they were favored by lesbians. Today their wearers are basically saying “I don’t care how much of a rural Maine backwater hayseed type I resemble or how indifferent or unconcerned wearing one of these shirts make me seem.”
You just can’t sell the idea of being on top of the antsy, prickly, terminally diseased, ever-shfting world of Oscar-odds calibrating while wearing a blue-plaid flannel shirt. I haven’t done an on-camera thing for several months, granted, but if I did one I wouldn’t consider wearing anything other than small-collared Kooples shirts or black Zara T-shirts, possibly shielded by a dark leather motorcycle jacket.
Richard Rushfield‘s threads are okay; ditto Katey Rich‘s unpretentious, open-collared Iowa college professor shirt.
Apparel-choices aside, this is a reasonably “engaging” discussion. I didn’t find it boring, exactly, but I began to lose patience early on. Why don’t they just blurt stuff out? You know what I mean. Have these guys ever heard the terms “woke-friendly” or “virtue-signalling” or “culturally isolated”? Or, you know, “completely indifferent to the likes and dislikes of Joe and Jane Popcorn”? Academy voters live on their own little planet. Just effing say that.