This is the last Carpetbagger column of the Oscar season, praise be, and there is absolutely nothing left to say. Well, maybe a couple of things. Final Oscar voting has closed, all that’s left to get through are a few parties, the red carpet and finally, on Sunday night, the ceremony.
At three and a half hours in a good year (that’s about twice as long as the first broadcast, in 1953), and with about two dozen categories to plow through, perhaps a quarter of which are of zero interest to the tens of millions tuning in, the raison d’être of awards season invariably feels like a ma...
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