Wells to readers saying I should stop wiggling around and stick to my guns about predicting the Best Picture Oscar…fuck that. This is a crazy year, nothing is adding up, nobody knows anything and if the wind changes or I pick up a fresh scent or hint of some turn, I’m going to listen to that and re-calculate accordingly. Stating once again: my final, final call is for Little MIss Sunshine to win the Big Prize. And that’s really and truly it. No more changing my mind unless some new, wild-ass revelation hits me this afternoon.
