Best comment on last night's Oscar moment came in a tweet from comedy writer Jena Friedman: "'Love will make you do crazy things' –Will Smith and most people in prison for murder."
I'd rather remember this year's Oscars this way (warning: spoiler alert):
Carey Mulligan and Bradley Cooper in “Maestro.” Jason McDonald/Netflix photos via IMDE.com. An old adage holds that meeting an idol isn't always a good idea, if you don't want to be disillusioned. That's the takeaway from “Maestro,” a penetrating portrait of monumental musical artist Leonard Bernstein, starring, directed and co-written by Bradley Cooper. Considering how much sublime beauty and exuberant joy he brought to the world as a conductor, composer and concert pianist, “Lenny's” life offstage was a glorious mess. Darkness and unrequited hunger in his psyche counterbalanced the soaring highs he shared with adoring audiences. Spanning three decades beginning in 1946, Cooper's ambitious epic follows the artist's meteoric rise and reign in concert halls around the world. His accomplishments extended to theatrical stages (“West Side Story”) and screens large and small, including his Young People's Concert series in the new mediu
Jodie Foster and Annette Bening in “Nyad.” Netflix photo via IMDB Besides the nearly suicidal demands it places on the body, long-distance open-ocean swimming isn't a sport for the faint of mind or weak of character. Along with the continuous threat of vomiting, the cold-from-the-inside-out sensation of hypothermia and the lactic acid build-ups that reduce chiseled muscle to jelly, there are the hallucinations and visits to the dark side of your psyche that accompany the lonely hours in endless expanses of ocean. Welcome to the world where Diana Nyad set out to stake her claim. “Nyad,” now playing on Netflix, tells the true story of the champion marathon open-water swimmer who, after a long stint as an ABC Wide World of Sports commentator, returned to the water when she turned 60 to complete her dream of swimming from Cuba to Florida. There's no surprise ending. Everyone already knows how the story turned out in 2013. Plus, swimming long distances is nothing if not methodicall
Lily Gladstone (second from left) with Cara Jade Myers, Janae Collins and Jillian Dion. Photos via IMDB Not since “Oklahoma!” opened on Broadway has the state where I grew up in the '50s and '60s gotten so much attention in popular culture. That's not necessarily a good thing. Ken Burns's recent PBS documentary “The American Buffalo” followed the rise and demise of the majestic beasts across a boundless landscape being transformed in a nation. Their fate was intertwined with the fate of Native Americans, a lot of whom, along with a lot of buffalos, wound up in Oklahoma. A horrendous 1921 race riot in Tulsa provided the opening scenes of the recent HBO miniseries “Watchmen.” And now comes “Killers of the Flower Moon,” recounting yet one more unconscionable chapter that wasn't in the books or libraries when I was learning Oklahoma history in school. The tragic, three-and-a-half-hour epic follows the diabolical scheming by white men in what was called “Indian Territo
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