It’s 12:30 am and I just got back from two screenings, another Woody Allen q & a and some pizza and beer on the Strip, and I’m faced with a very strange turn of the screw. Vera Farmiga has been honored by the L.A. Film Critics as the year’s Best Actress. I go to almost everything that comes out and write about movies for a living, and I had trouble trying to remember who the hell Farmiga is when I first heard the news, and I never even bothered to see Down to the Bone, in which she gave her award-winning performance. No putdown to Farmiga, but this is a very typical LAFCA-like mzaeuver, which is to award someone primarily because…well, because they’ve done good work, most likely, but because they will also benefit from the attention that winning a LAFCA acting award will bring.