It's all a publicity party anyway. The only thing that matters is what Mr. Cranky thinks (notice the one bomb) and what you and I think. You're right, comrade, it is the year's best film. The average Academy member is a 60 year old white guy who lives in the suburbs of Los Angeles who let their private duty nurses or mistresses or grandchildren fill out their oscar ballots. I doubt they could keep their aggravated prostates in the theater seats long enough to grasp the beauty of this film.
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