LOS ANGELES — Gravity has been defied and social media accounts deleted. Comeback stories have been heralded and our AI robot overlords have been held at bay — for now.
An intermission? Yes, please! A final curtain? Even better!
The 97th Academy Awards arrive Sunday after an awards season full of wild momentum swings, online trolling and internecine whisper campaigns that almost made me long for the day when Harvey Weinstein would personally take me to a movie theater just so I’d know how much people loved “Chocolat.”
Almost.
But here we are at the finish line and “Anora,” my favorite movie of 2024, the one I’ve been championing for the past several months, is about to win the Oscar for best picture. And … I don’t fully believe that it’ll actually happen. I distrust the Oscars so much that I picked “1917” the year my beloved “Parasite” won best picture, even though it was clear by the ceremony that Bong Joon Ho’s taut, discomfiting thriller had momentum — and history — on its side.
Then again, picking “1917” seemed like the safe bet, as it had won the top prizes from the producers and directors guilds … just like “Anora” has done this year. Uh-oh. Will trusting those precursors blow up in my face again? No, dear friends, it will not. Because this time, I’m trusting the precursors and my feelings. “Anora” will win best picture.