Egg prices may not be down, but it seems like the Oscars are good again. Great even? It’s the most exciting finish to the Awards season in quite a while! Kieran Culkin is a lock, Zoe Saldana is a lock. But is it The Wild Robot or Flow? Conclave was great, but deep down, we all know that it should be Anora? Or maybe I’m just projecting. Demi Moore should win, but also, Mikey Madison? Timmy was excellent in Little Women, but on his quest to greatness, will Chalamet actually beat Brody?
We all may have our differences, but let us unite in front of our televisions today and thank Kier that, at the very least, Kimmel is not hosting. Thank Kier for this blessed day, where we can sit back and judge whose million-dollar gown looks ugly as hell and who stuns in the latest Pop Crave post. Thank Kier that, while there will be about eight unskippable musical performances—and even Blackpink is performing—as long as our favorite lesbians are belting Defying Gravity, we can sit through it. Beats sitting through Emilia Pérez anyway.
This is the day we celebrate films—not in a Letterboxd snob’s “my favorite film is some Romanian indie arthouse misery porn” way, but in a “my favorite film is Manchester by the Sea” sort of way. Sure, Hollywood stars may not seem all that relatable on the surface, but remember: one of them used AI to finish their project, another screwed up their Oscar campaign and a shot at a historical win because they think all Muslims are terrorists, and—just like the rest of us—none of them watched any of the International Features or nominated Documentaries, apart from the one with Selena Gomez in it.