“A Best Picture Oscar is a kind of significant statue, a stamp, the chiselling of a thought, a moment in time carved on a Thai mahogany bedpost that will be looked at and contemplated for decades to come.” — posted on 2.5.11.

I’m obviously not posting anything new here, but for all the loathing that is thrown each year at Academy voters and Oscar tradition tendencies, you can’t really say the same thing about most of the other awards. You sure as shit can’t say this about the Golden Globes, although the show itself (happening this Sunday) is arguably just as entertaining and certainly more perverse than the Oscar telecast.

Which is why, for me, it’s infuriating to contemplate the currently-most-likely winner of the Best Picture Oscar.