#OscarsSoTrite
When it comes to plot-driven media like books and movies, I'm an opinionated SOB. As such, Oscar season will never be my across-the-board favorite time of year. There will be critical darlings that aren't actually very good. Worthy movies that are just that. Frenzies, tulip bubbles, and more. Usually there will be a few things, but only a few, that I haven't seen; after all these years I can do a good job smelling out the movies that will leave an aftertaste. I can't remember a year with as many of those movies. And after making a dutiful effort to catch up, only one of them was considerably better than I feared or suspected. It sure isn't The Revenant. 12 nominations for a movie I never wished to pay for, and which I could stomach for just 30 minutes when I was finally able to plan it as part of a "double feature." The plot skeleton I studied thirty years ago this week when I was handed a copy of WRITING TO SELL by Scott Meredith on my first day at h...