I respected Justine Triet’s Anatomy of a Fall, but I’ve never understood or acknowledged what some have described as a fascinating uncertainty.

Simply put, the writing and acting are such that I never even flirted with the possibility that Sandra Huller’s successful writer had pushed her less successful writer husband off a third-floor balcony to his death. It’s obvious that director and co-writer Triet strongly empathizes with Huller’s character so where’s the ambiguity?

During her Golden Globes acceptance speech after winning the best screenplay prize, Triet spilled the Anatomy plot beans. I didn’t raise my eyebrows when I heard her say “suicide” — I slumped into my seat and muttered “yeah…so?”

N.Y. Times’ Elena Bergeron, “Best and Worst Moments From The Golden Globes”:

Posted four days ago by former Disney and 20th Century Fox hotshot Bill Mechanic…a Deadline “guest column (1.4.24, 9:11 am):

David “know it all” Poland has written the following about last night’s Golden Globes telecast:

Dead wrong: A modest-sized army of Academy lightweights, surface-skimmers and none-too-brights (i.e., mostly SAG/AFTRA members) was awakened and perhaps even jolted by the Emma Stone and Poor Things wins. Morning-after reassessments are happening all over town.

“I think this is a romcom….Bella falls in love with life itself!” Emma Stone wins Best Actress, Musical or Comedy for Poor Things. Excellent!

Oppenheimer’s Cillian Murphy winning Best Actor, Motion Picture, Drama…total Oppenheimer sweep, not just tonight but at the Oscars in a few weeks.

Why is it that I’m having extremely, intensely negative reactions to all the people in the ads? Which are all about travel, medications, B’way musicals, Stop & Shop, Aura, Secret, etc.

The guy playing Bob Marley in the biopic is much better looking than the real Bob Marley.

Oppenheimer’s Ludwig Goransson wins for Best Score…total Oppie sweep.

Billie Eilish looks like a freak…her outfit seems to be about a form of hostility. Or indifference.

Did Barbie just win a Golden Globe for making loads of money?

Anyone wearing a burgundy or maroon tux gets an instant HE demerit.

All hail the Golden Globe wins by The Holdovers Da’Vine Joy Randolph and Oppenheimer’s Robert Downey, Jr. The halting of the Charles Melton blitzkreig is noted and appreciated.

Or at least when it was still hanging in there on its own follicular terms. The 31 year-old Sean Connery may have applied some kind of augmentation for Dr. No (a scalp darkener?) but what the camera saw was more or less what was there. (The first 007 “rug” appeared in Goldfinger over two years later.).

On top of which Dr. No (which was only a modest earner upon opening in late ‘62) and From Russia With Love (ditto) are still the best of the series — lean and rigorous and relatively modest in terms of scale and pushing the bounds of credibility. Plus there were no sensitivity police around to protect the Zoomer candy–asses from all that bruising sexism and rugged machismo, Mainly because (thank you, 20th Century!) Zoomers wouldn’t become a cultural force until roughly 2010.

A weak snowfall — enough for a generic whitening but I’m not foreseeing much in the way of sledding, snowmen, snowball fights. Weather media always oversells the proverbial approaching storm. Hype falls short.

The term “clear box” is synonymous with “story-less template,” which is how I put it the other day.

It should be understood that the 108–minute version of Ken Russell’s The Devils (‘71), which is currently streaming on the Criterion Channel, was dissed by Russell and star Oliver Reed before their deaths. The franker British version, which runs 111 minutes, is the one to settle into. The Criterion Channel makes no mention of this, although it does offer a doc about the film’s censoring, titled “Hell on Earth: The Desecration and Resurrection of The Devils.”