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There’s nothing left to be said about any of these films, but let’s sum up each with a sentence:
American Sniper and its black-and-white morality don’t deserve to be here.
The Imitation Game and The Theory of Everything are the same mediocre film about a troubled genius.
Boyhood has a brilliant conceit, but a ho-hum execution.
The Grand Budapest is a delightful, complex, cohesive caper that everyone likes very much, but is too light in subject amidst all these dramas.
Whiplash is whip-smart and full of fantastic performances, but it’s too small to win the big award.
The Academy’s biggest fuck-up this year was the beautifully constructed and vital Selma, which deserves so much more than its measly two nominations.
Birdman (or the virtue of ignorance) wins for its directorial audacity and over-the-top, pitch-perfect performances – and because actors love films about actors.