Allright kids, awards season 2015 is officially in full swing. Like sneaking a pre-emptive squeeze of an enticingly wrapped Christmas present, Oscars’ official appetite whetters The Golden Globes have been and gone. The BAFTA Awards settle into the Royal Opera House on 7 Feb – will Brangelina be there to support her protégé, Rising Star nominee Jack O’Connell, and will they sneak off early again for a cuzza? Most importantly, the Oscar nominees are finally revealed. Is your favourite horse in the running? Let’s find out. Category by category, The Sloth sizes up the main contenders for the Academy’s major gongs.
We wouldn’t want to be a starry male ego this year. Probably one of the toughest categories in recent memory with a slew of big, shouty, LOOK AT ME roles, we predict a lot of tears before bedtime. Michael plays a nutjob in Birdman – always a good tact – just ask Kirk Lazarus in Tropic Thunder. Bradley Cooper stayed in character through the entire filming of American Sniper – always a good tact – just ask Daniel Day-Lewis who was last seen disappearing up the posterior of President Lincoln. Eddie, initially an outside bet, is cresting on a Golden Globes wave and the world, his dog and his dog’s fleas ADORE The Cumberbatch. Tough call. We’re predicting Prof. Hawking will invoke the higher powers of the universe to Eddie’s favour.
The wonderful Marion Cotillard, is there any stone she will leave unturned in the quest to subdue her natural gorgeousness? In Two Days One Night she scrubs down in shapeless vests and mum-jeans. Not to be outdone, in Wild Reese dispenses with make-up, displays stomach-churning blisters and even pulls off her own bloodied toe-nail! Hah! Take that, Marion! Ah, but here comes Rosamund, topping both of them with a scene so gruesomely bloody it may as well have been shot in a slaughter house. Whilst these ladies are grubbing it out, let’s consider the delicate Felicity Jones who undoubtedly gives a moving performance as Mrs Hawking but, realistically, there is only one true contender. The magnificent Julianne Moore may as well start her march to the podium now. And while she’s en route, can we just say it’s about bloody time.
Well this ought to be a banker for Boyhood. 12 YEARS in the making? Universally loved by all who watch it? With a rich body of previous work including the Before Sunrise trilogy, if it doesn’t bag Richard at least one gong, we’ll re-ingest our own fur balls. Having said that, we’re secretly hoping second time nominee Alejandro G. Iñárritu, should he not go home a winner this time, might take a leaf out of Birdman’s book and shoot his own nose off live onstage in protest…
Ah yes, let’s get serious. The Academy gets very defensive over the Best Picture gongs. First rule of Oscar consideration – It’s not just a movie, it’s serious art, don’cha know? So with a slew of very serious, real-life dramas on the cards, the Oscars are spoilt for choice. Which takes us to rule two – protect your own. Far too many British (BRITISH!!!! Bally foreigners…) choices floating around. That takes our remaining US-centric candidates to rule three – be somewhat political, but don’t scare the horses. By that reckoning, American Sniper and Selma will fall at the final hurdle, leaving the tale of a good, clean American Boyhood to romp home the winner.
What would you like to see win? Let us know.