The Boston Society of Film Critics has given Zero Dark Thirty their Best Picture trophy, ZDT‘s Kathryn Bigelow has taken their Best Director award, and ZDT editors William Goldenberg and Dylan Tichenor have also been honored by the BSFC. So this is starting to look like another Social Network-type deal, right? The critics groups praising ZDT almost unanimously and the rank-and-file Academy people going “okay but we’d rather give our Best Picture prize to something warmer and more emotional.”

Steven Spielberg‘s Lincoln also took three prizes — Daniel Day-Lewis for Best Actor, Sally Field for Best Supporting Actress and Tony Kushner for best screenplay. (I’m good as long as the film itself and Spielberg don’t win anything.) Bigelow’s has also won Best Picture from the New York Circle of Film Critics, the National Board of Review and the NYFCO.

The Boston crickets also went for Ezra Miller for Best Supporting Actor in The Perks of Being A Wallflower. They gave the Best Cinematography to The Master‘s Mihai Malaimare Jr., their Best Documentary award to How To Survive A Plague, and their Best Animated Film prize to Frankenweenie

LAFCA has given its Best Picture award to Michael Haneke‘s Amour.

Earlier: I have to go for a hike now, but the Los Angeles Film Critics Association has given Paul Thomas Anderson their Best Director prize for The Master. Which means they’ll be giving The Master their Best Picture award…right? I’m off for Runyon Canyon. I’ve earned a semblance of a life.

Earlier: The Los Angeles Film Critics Association has split its Best Actress vote between Silver Linings Playbook‘s Jennifer Lawrence and Amour‘s Emmanuelle Riva — a tie.

Earlier: The Los Angeles Film Critics Association has defied conventional wisdom by giving its Best Actor prize to Joaquin Phoenix for acting as an alcoholic alien reptile in Paul Thomas Anderson‘s The Master.

I wrote the following on 9.27: “I suspect that one of the things that Paul Thomas Anderson whispered into Joaquin Phoenix’s ear when they began working on The Master was ‘don’t be overly literal or derivative but think of Dwight Frye‘s Fritz character in the 1931 Frankenstein…think of his grovelling manner, those gleeful little giggles, the little serpent with the tongue flicking in and out.”

LAFCA also gave their Best Screenplay award to Chris Terrio for Argo. (The runner-up was David O. Russell for his adaptation of Silver Linings Playbook. Hey, doesn’t LAFCA realize that Silver Linings has too many problems to be given any awards to? The LAFCA members who voted for SLP need to check with Glenn Kenny and Kris Tapley and all the other Silver Linings sourpusses and get their heads straightened out, for fuck’s sake.)

Earlier: With all due respect I strongly disagree with the Los Angeles Film Critics Association’s decision to give their Best Supporting Actor award to Beasts of the Southern Wild‘s Dwight Henry. His character is called Wink, and all he does is drink, rant at Hushpuppy (Quvenzhane Wallis), lecture, admonish, drink and rant some more.

Here’s how I put it 11 months ago after seeing Beasts at Sundance: “Henry’s dad, who cares for Hushpuppy in his own callous and bullying way, is a brute and a drunk and mostly a drag to be around, and after the fifth or sixth scene in which he’s raging and yelling and guzzling booze, there’s a voice inside that starts saying ‘I don’t know how much more of this asshole I can take.'”

1:25 pm Update: Today I turned in my Broadcast Film Critics vote just before the noon deadline, and top three selections were (in this order) Robert De Niro (Silver Linings Playbook), Tommy Lee Jones (Lincoln) and Nate Parker (Arbitrage).

I’m down with LACFA giving Amy Adams their Best Supporting Actress award for her performance in The Masters. (Les Miserables‘ Anne Hathaway was the runner-up.) And good on Tim Burton‘s Frankenweenie for winning LAFCA’s Best Animation. Skyfall‘s Roger Deakins took the Best Cinematography award.
Dror Moreh‘s The Gatekeepers won for Best Cinematography. (Runner-up: Searching for Sugar Man.

The morning light in Santa Barbara was almost oppressively milky, hazy, foggy. Pretty close to bleachy. It was, in short, a Janusz Kaminski day, and I hated it. I’ll always hate it. I hated it before I was born. I am the Captain Ahab of milky-white-light haters. So generally to hell with Kaminski and his Lincoln lensing.

Driving up to Santa Barbara was kind of exciting, and then we hit State Street and took a little walk and had a yogurt. We changed into evening wear in the bathrooms of the Hotel Santa Barbara and drove up to the Bacara Resort, and it was cool being there with all the swells. The Silver Linings trio — Robert De Niro, Bradley Cooper, director-writer David O. Russell — did the red carpet, and then gave nice speeches during the ceremony. The guy with the most soul, humor and pizazz? Kirk Douglas, who tomorrow celebrates his 96th birthday.

Grace Hightower, Robert DeNiro doing carpet at the SBIFF tribute at Goleta’s Bacara Resort — Saturday, 12.8, 7:55 pm.

Bradley Cooper.

Silver Linings Playbook director-writer David O. Russell.

Saturday, 12.8, 7:53 pm.

I have to buy some brick-colored lattice fencing at a nearby Home Depot and then get dressed and drive up to Santa Barbara around 2 or 2:30 pm for a Robert De Niro black-tie tribute event at Goleta’s Bacara Resort. De Niro is receiving the Santa Barbara Film Festival’s seventh annual Kirk Douglas Award for Excellence in Film. The event is a fundraiser for the Santa Barbara International Film Festival, which runs from 1.24 through 2.3.

All smart politicians have a nose for which way the wind is blowing, and every now and then an exceptional pol will summon the character to say, “That strategy that kinda worked for me and my interests five or ten years ago? It’s not working anymore. I’m getting myself a new game.” I also suspect that part of the reason Charlie Crist is now a Democrat can be found in Kirby Dick‘s Outrage. Just saying. Good for Charlie & hail fellow well met.

Wells to Glenn Kenny (and everyone else putting me down because of last night’s riff suggesting that disdain of Silver Linings Playbook is at least partly a beefalo/lonely guy thing): I didn’t say if you don’t vote for Silver Linings Playbook you can’t get laid because you look and smell like Uriah Heep. I suggested based on honest, real-deal observation that this issue might be in play — I called it a “working theory” — if you blank SLP in terms of best of the year (i.e., not even putting it among the top ten, which is absolutely dead-to-rights ridiculous). BOFCA fucking blanked it so yes, I honestly and sincerely believe that a percentage of this org, no offense, might have a problem along these lines.

I honestly & truly believe (based on observation) that dweebs and beefalos have an issue with SLP because this is a film about extraordinarily fortunate romantic fate dropping into your lap (i.e., not some hotsy-totsy whoopsy-doopsy fuck fantasy but luckily meeting & connecting with a woman who’s upfront, loyal, vulnerable, tells the flat fucking truth and gives you the bone right through a diner window when the occasion calls for it) and life has sadly taught these Boston-residing dweebs and beefalos not to believe in that kind of luck, and indeed to disparage it. The notion of extraordinary romantic fate is a terrible, oppressive thing to carry around in their heads because it taunts them (“Sorry but this will almost certainly not happen to you, Mr. Heep”) and makes them even more quietly resigned to a life of dreaming about what probably won’t happen than they were to begin with.

The Boston Online Film Critics Association has gone for Zero Dark Thirty for Best Picture and Kathryn Bigelow for Best Director, Lincoln‘s Daniel Day Lewis for Best Actor, ZDT‘s Jessica Chastain for Best Actress, Lincoln‘s Tommy Lee Jones for Best Supporting Actor and Les Miserables‘ Anne Hathaway for Best Supporting Actress. Remaining winners can be found on the BOFCA site.

Zero Silver Linings recognition indicates (emphasis in the “i” word) that the BOFCA membership is dweeb-heavy — i.e., lonely/homely guys (including a certain percentage of beefalos) who haven’t been especially lucky or fortunate in affairs of the heart. God has favored them with brains, diligence and writing ability, but he hasn’t smiled on their sex lives. Slipshod as this may sound, this is HE’s working theory about the matter. Put another way, I have come to strongly suspect over the past several weeks that if SLP has a problem with any particular group, it’s with these guys.

A large Silver Linings Playbook dinner party happened last night (Friday, 11.7) at West Hollywood’s Chateau Marmont, and a very cool group showed up — David O. Russell, Bradley Cooper, Robert De Niro, Jane Fonda, Richard Perry, a seriously slimmed down Val Kilmer, Diane Keaton, Phillip Noyce, Mel Gibson, Josh Brolin, Diane Lane, Melissa Leo, Nic Jarecki, Ava Duvernay, Penny Marshall, et. al. And for all of it, I didn’t get a decent shot of Russell and none of Cooper or De Niro.

Diane Keaton’s left footwear — Friday, 11.7, 8:20 pm.

Josh Brolin, Graemm McGavin.

Richard Perry, Jane Fonda.

Val Kilmer, Nic Jarecki.

Mel Gibson

(l. to r.) Graemm McGavin, Vuyo Dyasi Noycem, Phillip Noyce.

Melissa Leo

I’m not going to defend Bret Easton Ellis for stupidly tweeting that Zero Dark Thirty/Hurt Locker helmer Kathryn Bigelow is “overrated” because she’s “hot,” nor am I condoning his view that “if The Hurt Locker had been directed by a man it would not have won the Oscar for best director.” He said a dumb thing that made him sound like a sexist pig. (Which he may in fact be.) But boil his words down and sand down the edges and all he’s really saying is that the attractive or unattractive appearance of a would-be Oscar winner can be a factor in whether or not people vote for him/her.

Bigelow is a gifted, tenacious, sharp-eyed director who knows exactly what she’s doing, and The Hurt Locker has always been and always will be a superbly made film no matter how good-looking she is. But imagine, say, if the highly refined, affable, Britishy and very pleasant-looking Tom Hooper had been a moderately obese Samoan who was 5 ‘ 7″ tall and wore tribal skirts and sandals and spoke in heavily accented English. Would he have won the Best Director Oscar for The King’s Speech? Perhaps not. You can’t say for sure that his Samoan skirts wouldn’t have rubbed at least some voters the wrong way.

I just don’t think you can separate your personal presentation from your work and say to your colleagues, “Look, you guys — forget whether I’m well-groomed or stylishly dressed or overweight or if I look like the Elephant Man or Charles Laughton or Paul McCartney, okay? Because my looks don’t matter, only my work does.” People will smile and say “fine, agreed” but you’ll always be judged to some extent by how attractive you seem to them.

There’s also the observation that Gold Derby‘s Tom O’Neil has passed about Academy geezers tending to vote for hot female Oscar contenders. This applies to actresses for the most part (if I understand O’Neil’s observation), but it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch if the same voting tendency worked to Bigelow’s advantage two years ago.

I guess it’s true about Les Miserables not being a critic’s film — it currently has a 63% Rotten Tomatoes grade, which means it’s flunking. (Anything below 80% means trouble, but below 70% means get out the life jackets.) But the real bellwether is the fact that MCN’s David Poland, who seems to have a special place in his heart for musicals as he has befriended more than a few of them, has panned Les Miz rather harshly.

“I am not a moron,” Poland states. “I can deal with building the factual reality in my head when the style of the film decides against being literal. But that is what is so much the failure of Les Miserables…it wants it both ways. It wants to be profoundly intimate, suffering in extreme close-up, the singing-on-the-set choice (the endless hype about which has turned it from ‘choice’ to ‘stunt’), and shooting almost completely in singles and tight doubles. Edit. Edit. Edit.

“But the material is huge and epic and melodramatic. So the effect of Tom Hooper’s direction is like looking at Mount Everest through the wrong side of the binoculars.”