A well-connected journalist at last night’s premiere party for The Queen told me she has a bit of a problem with a certain film coming out later in the month. She called it “the worst piece of shit” she’s seen in a long while. That sounds mean, doesn’t it? But that’s how people talk at parties after a glass of wine. Taken aback but ever the optimist, I said, “Not even [well-liked actress] for Best Actress?” Nope, she replied. I ran this past a guy who’s seen it also and he said, “Well, it’s a pretty crowded field for best actress contenders so yeah, it’s conceivable [she] could get elbowed aside.” I would run the name of the film and the actress, but it seems fairer to catch it myself and run a reaction when it opens. Maybe I’m turning cowardly on top of that.