Killers of the Flower Moon is the most aggressively baity because it's employing a two-track strategy -- (a) standard award-season attributes like important historical subject matter, solemn moral undercurrent, three-hour length and humongous budget plus (b) the woke thing (evil whitey + Native American identity + all hail Montana Blackfeet native Lily Gladstone for having played, very modestly and even unassertively, an Osage native woman...tears leaking from the corners of our eyes). The only other problem is that Killers, despite the enormous effort that went into it, isn't top-tier Scorsese.