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Winners: The SpyGlasses Full (2012)
Best Live-Action Film (Feature-Length)
The Master
Best Director
Paul Thomas Anderson, The Master
Best Actor
Daniel Day-Lewis, Lincoln
Best Actress
Jessica Chastain, Zero Dark Thirty
Best Supporting Actor
Robert DeNiro, Silver Linings Playbook
Best Supporting Actress
Sally Field, Lincoln
Best Art Direction
Rick Carter & Jim Erickson, Lincoln
Best Cinematography
Janusz Kaminski, Lincoln
Best Costuming
Jacqueline Durran, Anna Karenina
Best Make-Up
Bernard Floch, Holy Motors
Best Visual Effects
Bill Westenhofer, Guillaume Rocheron, Erik-Jan De Boer, & Donald R. Elliott; Life of Pi
Best Original Score
Ennio Morricone, Django Unchained
Best Original Song
"Pi's Lullaby" by Mychael Danna & Bombay Jayashri, Life of Pi
Best Sound Editing
Wylie Stateman, Django Unchained
Best Sound Mixing
Paul N. J. Ottosson, Zero Dark Thirty
Best Editing
Leslie Jones & Peter McNulty, The Master
Best Screenplay (Original)
Mark Boal, Zero Dark Thirty
Best Screenplay (Adapted)
Tony Kushner, Lincoln
Best Animated Film (Feature-Length)
The Lorax
Best Animated Film (Short)
Best Documentary Film (Feature-Length or Short)
Jiro Dreams of Sushi
Best Foreign-Language Film (Live Action or Animated, Feature-Length or Short)
Holy Motors
Top 11 Films of the Year (in Alphabetical Order)
Anna Karenina
The Dark Knight Rises
Django Unchained
Holy Motors
Hope Springs
Life of Pi
Lincoln
The Master
Moonrise Kingdom
Silver Linings Playbook
Zero Dark Thirty
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17 January 2013
Featurette: Lincoln
10 January 2013
Nominees: The SpyGlasses Full (2012)
Peter Swords King, Rick Findlater, & Tami Lane; The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey
Andy Nelson, Gary Rydstrom, & Ronald Judkins; Lincoln
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02 January 2013
Article: "Pain and Nourishment: Kirin Kiki in Still Walking"
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01 January 2013
Review: Django Unchained
Mr. Tarantino's Django Unchained is not, as many people would have it, a racially charged epithet against the progress made by proponents of abolition and equality among men but is rather, as it was written to be and as Inglourious Basterds (2009) was, a clever send-up of those who would speak up to protect the so-called sacrosanctity of the relevant topics in social and cultural discourse both polite and casual. As it is, the result is brilliant. Under Mr. Tarantino's glowing hand, the characters spring to life in a charming, mostly well-paced and even jaunty, literally and figuratively explosive, and cacklingly comical adventure into, cleverly, what is again the new old frontier. Mr. Waltz delivers a popping performance, in key locked tight with Mr. Tarantino's audiovision - audio vision, indeed, for music unsurprisingly figures as importantly and proudly as image in his cinematic work. To this end, Mr. Morricone's work is perfect. Not in any way neglecting to mention Mr. Jackson's tremendous [and though the expression be cliché] scene stealing performance or Mr. DiCaprio's own able acting, I must conclude by mentioning how the curious sound mixing and the slightly lumpy pacing in places defected the figure of the film. The bursts and shudders of the soundtrack veered unwittingly into erraticism, betraying the zany but ultimately controlled plan spiriting forward the action of the film, and the bowing out of the plot midstream - particularly when the protagonists are busy socially entangling themselves with Calvin Candie, Mr. DiCaprio's character - weighs down an otherwise lithe and quippy body. Yet, the film eventually rights itself and finishes with aplomb in a bang - for real.
Grade: A-.
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Review: Zero Dark Thirty
Ms. Bigelow bulwarks against cinema's ever effacing superfice with her own quasi-documentary brand of drama narrative filmmaking - a brand now manifest in a captivating Zero Dark Thirty. A purposefully naturalistic film, the piece is smartly edited and even better written, a vision of not simply the plan executed for apprehending and eliminating the terrorist Osama bin Laden but generally the effort expended in cultivating and asserting a political face over one's personal one. In this craft, the film mirrors truly Ms. Bigelow's own filmmaker's story and thus becomes itself a political face to a personal toil rich and sweaty and gritty and male (in the most loaded social sense of the word).
As her Galatea (of sorts), Ms. Chastain exuberates her dampened passions, frustrations and joys, in the thoroughness of her body. She affronts her surroundings across the spectrum in concert with the growth of her character in the film, until as a perfect last note the façade breaks and she cries to close the film. Her tears moisten the desert landscape that she inhabits, hoping for greenery where there is hardly cause to expect one. Like Galatea, she transforms.
The only serious critique I can lob at the film is, surprisingly, at its score's composer, Mr. Desplat, whose work for other films (see here for example) notably has been among my favorite musical compositions in memory. Here, however, there is none of his keen observation of rhythm and depth as there has been in the past; his notes and, indeed, his chosen motif miss the nature of the film and sound classical where they should sound spite and severe. I wanted a kind of Messrs. Reznor and Ross' bubbling spirit from The Social Network (2010) but I continually found a kind of Mr. Desplat's terpsichorean cues from Birth (2004). Would that the score had been as en pointe as was Mr. Morricone's for this year's Django Unchained, this work would approximate ultimate excellence.
Grade: A.
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