This year’s Oscar race has been a lot like the Republican primary. The nominees have been extremely divisive (with Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close being the Herman Cain of the bunch) and the frontrunners have had a “next movie up” quality. For a while, The Descendants seemed the one to beat. Then Hugo took a small lead. Briefly War Horse surged. But all along, The Artist has been holding steady—it’s clearly the Mitt Romney of the field—and I see it, much like Mitt, capturing the big prize.
This is the first year that the number of Best Picture nominees was not predetermined. It could be anywhere from five to 10, depending on some sort of arcane algorithm involving first place votes (I’m not sure it’s ever wise to model your voting system after the BCS, but so be it. . .).
As someone who loves to prognosticate the nominees for sport (and profit) (just kidding)—not knowing the number of Best Picture nominees bugged me to no end.
But I have to admit, I was on the edge of my seat as Jennifer Lawrence and MPAA president Tom Sherak announced...