At this time of year, in the aftermath of the pomp and glamour of the Oscar nominations, I sometimes write a kind of catch-up essay, covering the Best Picture nominees that I failed to review. In this case, that would mean reviewing Green Book and Bohemian Rhapsody, which both cleaned up at the Golden Globes . . . and which both embody the total mediocrity that defined 2018 at the movies. And I’m afraid I just don’t have the willpower to do it. Not this issue. Maybe next time, on Oscar eve. Maybe.
Instead let me offer some Oscar counterprogramming,
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