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The Master: Will Radiohead’s Jonny Greenwood Get Locked Out of the Oscar Race Again?
The score contains some previously published compositions, just like Jonny Greenwood's Oscar-disqualified There Will Be Blood work.
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The score contains some previously published compositions, just like Jonny Greenwood's Oscar-disqualified There Will Be Blood work.
Starring Maggie's wide-eyed stare and Don's OMG face.
PTA meets 2001.
Joaquin Phoenix, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Amy Adams star in the director's fifties period piece about a cult leader.
It might make you dizzy.
"There are murders, and they are on stage in full view of the audience."
It's like if that dude from 'Jungle Hunt' were more violent and lived on the frontier.
Another life lesson from 'Saved by the Bell.'
Not as much as you'd think.
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Who will win? Also, who will lose?
Will Daniel Day-Lewis drink everyone's milkshakes?
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Cripes, awards predicting is for morons.
Also: Into the Wild rises again.
A list of nominees on the WGA's Website might give away the winners.
Does this mean it's all over for Atonement?
Please don't turn There Will Be Blood's volcanic phrase into another SportsCenter joke.
Comparing the NSFC's list of past winners to the Academy's makes a pretty decent counter-history of great film.
Plus: The rise of P.T. Anderson.
A handful of Screen Actors Guild Award nominations make Sean Penn's film a player again.
Think of the intensity of the scream he gave in Little Miss Sunshine but amplified by twenty and sustained for nearly three hours.
Is this bleak, Über-masculine character study of a turn-of-the-century oil tycoon too much for even the indie-art crowd to stomach?