Heartless in the Balcony

If the Golden Globes are the wake to the Oscars' funeral, then we're still in mourning. Nothing blander or more predictable exists in all awards shows, and if box office returns are any indication, movies have returned to a stratus of elite detachment. Please see our notes over at our surrogate. We apologize for the labyrinthine approach to publication - but it's the draconian editorial penchant that's bettered us for the moment.