Two Days, One Night‘s Marion Cotillard won the New York Online Film Critics award today for Best Actress — her third triumph in the wake of the Boston Film Critics Society and the New York Film Critics Circle having decided the same thing within the last few hours/days. The three trophies also acknowledged her work in The Immigrant, but what are the odds that the Weinstein Co., distributor of that James Gray film, will launch a campaign for Cotillard at this late stage? Slim to none.

Established award-season analysts are going to pooh-pooh the Cotillard surge but the fact is that all along the chummy, entrenched know-it-alls (myself included) have been saying “Julianne Moore is due, Julianne Moore is due, Julianne Moore is due” and she definitely is, but now we have three major critics groups saying “Marion Cotillard, Marion Cotillard, Marion Cotillard” and a fourth, the Los Angeles Films critics Association, saying “Patricia Arquette” with Moore as runnner-up.

At the very least we’re seeing a significant disconnect between industry sentiments and the passions of Los Angeles, New York and Boston-based critics. Reality is knocking on your door, awards analysts and conventions-wisdom spouters. What say ye?

After voting and deliberating for two hours or so and with film fanatics the world over waiting to see what their final choices will be, the Los Angeles Film Critics Association decided to take a lunch break. This is the one of the wimpiest, laziest, flabbiest, most myopic and corrupt decisions ever made by a reputable film organization, and I’m sorry but LAFCA will never live this one down. This is the lunch break heard ’round the world. You lazy fucks. Do the job and then enjoy lunch…Jesus.

As expected, this morning’s voting among members of the Los Angeles Film Critics Association and the Boston Film Critics Society has boiled down to a Birdman vs. Boyhood battle with Boyhood coming out on top. The Grand Budapest Hotel and Citizenfour batted cleanup and a little J.K. Simmons Best Supporting Actor action kicked in on the side (i.e., no joy in Edward Nortonville). And Boston has given the under-promoted Marion Cotillardher second Best Actress prize (following last Monday’s NYFCC win) for her Two Days, One Night performance along with her work in James Gray‘s The Immigrant. Forget Selma, Unbroken, Imitation game, The Theory of Everything…as far as I can gather these films aren’t even being pondered, much less debated. And presumed fait accompli Best Actress Oscar winner Julianne Moore isn’t kicking it much. (Among LAFCA voters she placed second behind Boyhood‘s Patricia Arquette.) You know why? Because Still Alice is more or less a Lifetime movie, and as much as critics admire Moore they’re choking on that.

Los Angeles Film Critics Association awards: Boyhood for Best Picture, and Richard Linklater for Best Director. Boyhood‘s Patricia Arquette for Best Actress (Runner-Up: Still Alice‘s Julianne Moore). Whiplash‘s J.K. Simmons for Best Supporting Actor (Runner-up: Birdman‘s Edward Norton). Best Foreign Language Film: Ida, and Ida‘s Agata Kulesza was named Best Supporting Actress (Runner-up: Rene Russo for Nightcrawler). Wes Anderson’s The Grand Budapest Hoptel for Best Screenplay. (Runner-up: Alejandro González Inárritu, Nicolás Giacobone, Alexander Dinelaris, Jr. and Armando Bo‘s Birdman screenplay.) Boyhood‘s Sandra Adair for Best Editing (Runner-up: Barney Pilling, The Grand Budapest Hotel). Grand Budapest Hotel‘s Adam Stockhausen for Best Production Design. The Tale of Princess Kaguya for Best Animated Film (Runner-Up: The Lego Movie).

Boston Society of Film Critics awards: Boyhood has edged out Birdman for Best Picture, and Boyhood‘s Richard Linklater has won for Best Director. Birdman‘s Michael Keaton for Best Actor. Two Days, One Night and The Immigrant‘s Marion Cotillard for Best Actress (same award bestowed by the New York Film Critics Circle). Whiplash‘s J.K. Simmons for Best Supporting Actor…there goes Edward Norton‘s nascent momentum. Birdman‘s Emma Stone for Best Supporting Actress….yes! (Thank you, Beantown!) Citizenfour wins Best Documentary for a total of four awards so far — NYFCC, Gotham Awards, NBR and IDA. A tie between Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, Nicolas Giacobone, Alexander Dinelaris and Armando Bo for Birdman & Richard Linklater for Boyhood for Best Screenplay.Birdman‘s Emmanuel “Chivo” Lubezki for Best Cinematography. Nightcrawler‘s Dan Gilroy for Best New Filmmaker. Boyhood‘s Sandra Adair for Best Film Editing. The Tale of The Princess Kaguya for Best Animated Film…who cares?

SNL guests James Franco and Seth Rogen performed a routine last night about the Sony hack, but didn’t even allude to the still-possible, not-definitively-ruled-out assistance of North Korea. (Yesterday a North Korean spokesperson was quoted saying that the hacking of Sony’s computers and information “might be a righteous deed of the supporters and sympathizers” of North Korea who are joining its efforts to “put an end to US imperialism.” Is that any way to deny involvement?) Franco-Rogen didn’t even mention the possibility that their film might have inspired a hostile country to seek revenge. They could have gone all over the place with that notion. A bit wimpy in you ask me.

It meant something that Exorcist, French Connection and Sorcerer director William Friedkin hauled himself down to the Vista past his bedtime last night to introduce a midnight showing of Jennifer Kent‘s The Babadook. Friedkin doesn’t know Kent, has no relationship with IFC Midnight, came on his own dime. The Babadook is “one of those restrained, character-driven, less-is-much-more horror films that pop up once in a blue moon — a mix of Roman Polanski’s Repulsion and Rosemary’s Baby plus Juan Antonio Bayona‘s The Orphanage plus a dab or two of F.W. Murnau‘s Nosferatu,” I wrote five weeks ago. ‘Almost everything in-camera, super-meticulous design, no cheap jolts, no conventional gore to speak of…but scary as hell.”

Okay, now the Christmas season has officially begun. Moments and shots like this are the things that matter more than anything else. Which is not to discount the value of chilly New York weather, award-season ads, nonalcoholic beer, crowded bars and stores. This was just taken in Jett’s Crown Heights apartment. Joey is a mid-sized pitbull…great personality, four or five years old, likes to wrestle and chew. Eats anything and everything.

I’m a double Scorpio, Libra rising, and I’ve been getting shit for this all my life. I know all about the pain of prejudice because I’ve been dealing with the same crap ever since I began telling women what my sign is. Every astrology guide says the same thing. “Be wary of the Scorpion’s sting”…eat my ass. “The Scorpio man is not to be trifled with…seems to see the world only in black and white”…give me a break. I’ll go along with “his keen sense of intuition helps him unearth the plain truth of things, and he’s a master at asking questions that are both direct and penetrating” but being relentlessly pigeonholed is an awful, cold, stifling, suppressive thing. Franklin D. Roosevelt learned his humanity when he succumbed to polio. I learned mine when I started getting shit about my sign.

This is T2, for God’s sake. They’re serious? Where is their honor? The yellow school bus doing a one-and-a-half-gainer somersault tells you to forget this film right now. No worries. Instant erasure. Forgotten.

I shouldn’t admit this but I’ve pleaded for God’s help twice in my life. I was scared shitless both times. I felt like a hypocrite but I figured it couldn’t hurt. I told myself I was like Jimmy Stewart when he was trying to land the Spirit of St. Louis at Le Bourget field in Paris…”Oh, God, help me.” The first time was in ’78 or thereabouts, when I was truly frightened about my ability to survive as a freelance journalist in the rough-and-tumble, suffer-no-fools environment of New York City. The second was in the summer of ’05, when I was seriously concerned that Hollywood Elsewhere’s meager revenues might not be enough to survive on. I actually went to a Catholic church on Montrose Avenue in Brooklyn (i.e., St. Mary’s) and prayed. I guess my prayers were answered because I was doing okay a year later. If I ever get in trouble again I’ll probably get all penitent and go there again. Spiritually speaking I’m a Hindu — I feel much closer to the Bhagavad Gita than the Bible.

TheWrap critic Inkoo Kang‘s vicious slam of Mike Binder‘s Black or White is another one of those “this movie doesn’t say the right things about race so it needs to be shit-canned” reviews. Don’t kid yourself — the politically-correct liberal culture of the last few years (particularly the Hollywood branch) is not some mildly positive, up-with-people thing. It’s about Stalinist repression of anyone or anything that steps out of line. In any event TheWrap editor Sharon Waxman disagrees with Kang, the evidence being that she posted her own piece about it (“Black or White and What We Mean When We Talk About Race”) yesterday afternoon.

The recent decision of the Academy’s documentary committee not to shortlist Gabe Polsky‘s Red Army is the biggest WTF of the award season thus far. Everyone with a semblance of taste (myself included) has been praising this soulful heartland doc since last May’s Cannes Film Festival. Why didn’t it make the cut? Last night Sony Pictures Classic’s Tom Bernard pointed the finger at Academy dinosaurs who harbor negative Kennedy-era feelings about the Russians, and who probably don’t have clue #1 who or what Pussy Riot is.

“It’s a sign of some really old people in the documentary area of the Academy,” Bernard said during a distribution panel at the Whistler Film Festival. The doc branch, he said, includes “a lot of people who are really up in their years.”

Once again a critics group has championed an under-promoted Weinstein Co. film. Last Monday a James Gray cabal within the New York Film Critics Circle championed Marion Cotillard‘s performances in the Weinstein Co.’s all-but-ignored The Immigrant (as well as her fine work in Two Days, One Night), and yesterday the Boston Online Film Critics Association (BOFCA) named Snowpiercer, which the Weinstein Co. hasn’t been pushing much either, as Best Picture. They also honored Tilda Swinton‘s Snowpiercer performance (which 90% of Academy fogies have never offing heard of, much less seen) as their Best Supporting Actress pick.

The great Tilda Swinton in Snowpiercer — a delicious supporting performance all-but-guaranteed to be blown off by aging Academy farts.

HE loves spirited eccentricity in handing out year-end awards, and BOFCA has certainly offered a taste of that. Along with some perfectly sensible calls like choosing Birdman‘s Alejandro G. Inarritu as Best Director. And Calvary‘s Brendan Gleeson as Best Actor. And Two Days, One Night‘s Cotillard as Best Actress (this plus NYFCC makes two). And Birdman‘s great Edward Norton as Best Supporting Actor. And heralding Birdman‘s Emmanuel Lubezki for Best Cinematography. And naming Jennifer Kent‘s The Babadook as one of the ten best of the year. And honoring James Herbert & Laura Jennings for their editing on Edge of Tomorrow.