Final voting starts on Thursday (the 15th)... end of Tuesday (the 20th).
And still, outside of the nominees, their companies, their parents, their agents, and the possibility that Steven Soderbergh will do something really interesting... it's such a "so what?" at this point.
It's been a pretty nice season. The Holy Complainers basically sat this one out. No talk about category theft, even though two of the 98%-sure acting winners are in the wrong categories. No one really bit on claims about Chloé Zhao being a closet billionaire. The Father and Mank didn't get electroshocked for being about the pain of wealthy white men as no one really thought they could win.
The Retro Whiners showed up in the persona of Bill Maher on Friday and The Holy Complainers threw shit at the walls, fast and furious. This year's nominees are too precious and fragile to be called boring and depressing. The horror. The horror.
The Retro Whiners haven't gone away this season. They just aren't talking loudly. It feel…
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