I won the Oscar pool last year – something tells me I’m not repeating this time.
Author: Ryan McNeil
For the first time in the fourteen years I’ve been Oscar-watching, the top races come with something different: Uncertainty
Wondering whether Cate can weather the storm of controversy, and musing on the apex of the McConaissance.
As we begin to look at the actings races, we come across one sure bet, and one very tight race.
The great films of a given year begin with the words written on the page…but who’s words will be rewarded on Sunday night?
I was ill-equipped to hold court with black private dick that’s a sex machine to all the chicks. So for once, I asked for guidance.
A ray of Canadian warmth and a hope that it can bring the thaw after this long, cold winter.
Maestro Miyazaki decides to play one last song, and it’s a tune with tones of home.
While the goings-on in Sochi have had my attention for much of the last fifteen days, it’s what’t happening in fictional TV that really has me distracted.
The Cinecast continues The Great lego Debate, I dig into manon’s writing, and hockey proves a great distraction.
Recognizing true genius in an age of hyperbole.
So far Marvel has been relatively bulletproof. Can they take the bullet that comes with space cowboys and talking raccoons?