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There’s no getting around it. It doesn’t matter how terrible you think the movie was (and it was terrible), The Wolfman is gettin’ an Oscar. It’s the flashiest of the nominees — there are werewolves for crissakes — and with Rick Baker behind the wolf-tastic looks, it’s a shoe-in for the win. The man has already won little gold guys for Harry and the Hendersons and An American Werewolf in Paris, so even if you haven’t seen any of the nominees (and let’s face it — many of the voters won’t have), you know voting for the creature feature is a good call.
Which is actually kind of a shame, because the other two films both boast really solid work. The particularly impressive, subtle aging makeup in Barney’s Version looked pretty darn realistic, unlike that in most other decades-spanning films. The ragtag group of bedouins in The Way Back physically deteriorated before our eyes: wind-torn; sun-poisoned; lips chapped; brows furrowed; bug-bitten; frost-bitten; bloody, callused skin…you feel the dehydration, starvation, and nature’s nasty effects even as the characters do in their months-long, 4,000 mile journey across the continent .
I’m going to be cheesetastic and say it: we’re all three winners here. Rick Baker is just the biggest one.