All but one of the award-calibre lead male performances this year are based on real life guys, but all of the major nominated lead female parts are fictional. Of the six lead male performances nominated his morning (12.15) by the Broadcast Film Critics Association, five — Javier Bardem’s in The Sea Inside, Don Cheadle’s in Hotel Rwanda, Johnny Depp’s in Finding Neverland, Leonardo DiCaprio’s in The Aviator and Jamie Foxx’s in Ray — are representations of actual lives, fretting and strutting their hour upon the stage. Only Paul Giamatti’s wine-worshipping would-be author in Sideways was made up by a writer.

The biggest squeaker in this morning’s New York Film Critics Circle voting was over the Best Non-Fiction Film award going to Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/11, according to the group’s chairman Thelma Adams. “There has been a big pendulum swing against that movie,” Adams confided late this morning. One of the concerns, said Adams, was “is it really a non-fiction film?” F9/11‘s biggest competitor, was Jonathan Caouette’s Tarnation, while Kevin McDonald’s Touching the Void, she implied, was somewhere in the rear with the gear. Sideways did as well as it did not only because “it’s a great film all around,” Adams said, but also because “there’s not a bloc of people who hate it,” as with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which “some [critics] feel very passionately negative about.” Million Dollar Baby, she said, “was not a knockout…if the NYFCC voters had agreed it was a perfect movie it would have been our #1 choice. Baby was behind Sideways in the voting, but not right behind it.” Eastwood’s Best Director award was decided upon towards the end of the voting, she believes, “because by that point we had already given four awards to Sideways.”

Clint Eastwood has just been handed the New York Film Critics Circle’s Best Director award for his work on Million Dollar Baby….terrific. There was obviously a bit of Sideways vs. Baby wrangling going on among the elite New York-area critics, with the Eastwood win smacking of some kind of spread-it-around compromise gesture. But good for Clint. Maybe between this and the Golden Globe nominations for Baby, he’ll loosen up and start playing the awards-hustle game. “That’s all it is,” said Kris Kirstofferson’s financial-shark character in Alan Pakula’s Rollover, in the midst of slapping down some wimpy associate. “It’s a damn game!”

One of two Clint Eastwood scenarios (take your pick): (a) Clint won’t “do” anything for Milllion Dollar Baby…no q & a’s at industry screenings, no honored-guest visits at film festivals, no sit-down slots on director’s panels, or (b) he will be doing things on occasion and just likes to play it loose, like a jazz musician. Eastwood’s in-house Malpaso marketing guy Marco Barla has told one prestigious Los Angeles-area suitor that Eastwood is so adamant and dug-in about not doing publicity he isn’t even asking Eastwood if he’ll do this or that. (Barla isn’t even picking up the phone about this issue, and is referring callers to senior WB publicist Julie Goodwin.) Eastwood is said to be steamed at WB production execs for not supporting Baby more fervently during production, but some say that his apparent no-publicity, leave-me-alone posture is self-defeating as far as Baby‘s interests are concerned.

Bulletin from a big-name regional critic: “I have been pestering the hell out of my [distant city]-based WB rep for a screening of Million Dollar Baby in [nearby city] before my Top Ten list is due, and have been told more or less that it likely won’t happen. I was invited to see it later this week in [far-away city]: a five-hour roundtrip drive on a day when I’ve already got two screenings to attend here. Thanks much. Considering that his last was Mystic River, Clint Eastwood is getting fucked by his long-time studio on this one.”

And so the question, with four respected critic groups (from NYC, L.A., Boston and San Francisco) having given their Best Picture awards to Alexander Payne’s excellent Sideways: what happened to the supposed impact grenade of Clint Eastwood’s Million Dollar Baby? These critics groups are obviously exhibiting deep-rooted admiration for Payne’s film, which I concur with, but Eastwood’s boxing drama was supposed to be the big Last Minute Wow that was staggering critics of consequence…but this hasn’t been evidenced so far by a Best Picture win. (Although Eastwood himself has won the NYFC’s Best Director award, so that’s something.) I guess this simply means that critics liked Payne’s film just a little bit more, and (who knows?) maybe they were also reacting on some level to that mentally-handicapped kid in Eastwood’s film. Baby will certainly be Oscar nominated and, I still predict, take the Best Picture Oscar. And by the way, Tom O’Neill…? What’s been happening with your beloved Aviator with the critics so far? Flatlining!

Righteous vision sometimes pokes through: Sideways has won the Best Picture award from the New York Film Critics Circle, which makes it…what?…four such honors over the last two days from critics orgs (L.A., New York, Boston, and San Francisco.) Sideways sad-sack Paul Giamatti has won the New York Film Critics Circle award for Best Actor, and his costar Virginia Madsen has nabbed the NYFCC’s Best Suporting Actress award, adding to the identical honor she was given last Saturday by the Los Angeles Film Critics Association. Vera Drake‘s Imelda Staunton has been handed the NYFCC’s Best Actress award following Saturday’s LAFCA trophy for the same achievement. Clive Owen…yes!….has taken the NYFCC’s Best Supporting Actor award for his acting in Closer, and Pedro Almodovar’s Bad Education has been given the Best Foregin Film Award.

This is just Monday-morning quarterbacking and by no means a critical issue, but Alexander Payne’s Sideways wasn’t quite as favored to win the Best Picture award from the Los Angeles Film Critics Association last Saturday as much as Clint Eastwood’s Million Dollar Baby was, although the undeniably first-rate Sideways took the prize in the end. Now there are hints that Warner Bros. publicity may not have pushed hard or early enough with M$B screenings. Two critics who attended the LAFCA gathering on Saturday (at the home of Variety and Film Week critic Lael Lowenstein) say that LAFCA president Henry Sheehan announced just before Saturday’s Best Picture balloting that as of the previous Thursday morning (12.9), a Warner Bros. publicist had told him that among LAFCA’s 46 members, 20 had not at that point seen Million Dollar Baby. And yet later that day DVD screeners of Eastwood’s film were messengered to critics’ homes, and then an all-media showing happened Thursday night at the Grove, so you’d think everyone would have seen it one way or the other. But a lot of journos are lazy and every publicist knows this, and you’d think to be on the safe side WB would not have waited until 48 hours before the LAFCA voting to make sure everyone had caught it. Both LAFCA critics I spoke to (neither of whom was Sheehan, whose only comment was that he was “surprised” that Sideways won) said that a LAFCA member said in the wake of Sheehan’s announcement that Warner Bros. “didn’t make it easy for us” to see M$B. 36 LAFCA members attended Saturday’s voting session, although some absentees (like L.A.Times critic Kenneth Turan) registered their vote by proxy.

Hats in the air for Sideways grabbing two Best Picture awards, from the L.A. Film Critics and New York Online Film Critics. And cheers to Thomas Haden Church, the film’s amiable, clueless horndog, for scoring two Best Supporting Actor awards from the same groups. And a pat on the back for Sideways director Alexander Payne also being toasted by LAFCA for his work, and to Payne and Jim Taylor for winning the Best Screenplay trophy, and Liam Neeson for winning LAFCA’s Best Actor award for Kinsey, and Imelda Staunton for winning…my God, I’m boring. Virginia Madsen won LAFCA’s Best Actress award, and….I can’t do this. But it’s all great. Hooray for everyone who won.

Gold Derby.com’s Tom O’Neill has written an attack piece on the New York Film Critics Circle in the Arts and Leisure section of Sunday’s (12.12) New York Times. One of his big blasts is that the NYFCC “has fared terribly” when it comes to predicting Oscar’s Best Picture, although they agreed with the Academy last year in giving their top trophy to The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. The NYFCC’s last Oscar synch-up before that was giving their Best Picture award to Schindler’s List in ’93, and two years before that to The Silence of the Lambs. But hold on, Tom. Isn’t the NYFCC’s marching to a beat of different drum, all things considered, a good rather than a bad thing? Wouldn’t the NYFCC’s choices be regarded askance if they matched up too often with the Academy’s?

The scariest alien invasion movie of recent years, no question, was Shyamalan’s Signs, which was almost entirely about omens, shadows and bumps in the night. And here comes Steven Spielberg’s War of the Worlds (Paramount/DreamWorks, 6.29.05), his third movie about aliens visiting earth, and the first thing I get from the new teaser is obviousness and deja vu. I’m speaking of those middle-American families standing in their nightgowns and bathrobes on a small-town neighborhood street at night, looking with concern at those flashing sky lights in the clouds on the far horizon. I thought right away of those flashing sky lights in the clouds above Melinda Dillon’s home in the early stages of Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

And yet (this is a surprise) I’m told that the middle-American milieu stuff in the War of the Worlds teaser is essentially horseshit because they’re not in the movie and don’t really represent the film at all. As was reported in a recent New York Times story about the Worlds shoot in Bayonne, New Jersey, Spielberg has gone to great lengths to avoid suburban settings. Tom Cruise’s character is a longshoreman, the movie takes place in rusted old working-class Newark neighborhoods, and, I’m told, out in the countryside. So Worlds, it appears, couldn’t be further from Close Encounters. It’s also weird that the trailer has images of Paris and London and whatnot, since the film, I’m hearing, never strays from Cruise’s character’s limited viewpoint.