The Academy Awards are tomorrow night, which means that just about every critic is delivering their final word on the year in film. But there's only one that you need to read: Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist Mitchell S. Jackson's argument that Sinners deserves to win Best Picture over the presumptive favorite, One Battle After Another. "[One Battle] is undeserving of the Oscar for Best Picture, most of all because its portrayal of Black people is somewhere between insidiously problematic and flagrantly anti-Black," he writes. Don't let Oscars Sunday come without reading this story, which is linked below.
–Brady Langmann, senior entertainment editor
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Especially over One Battle After Another, whose portrayal of Black people is somewhere between problematic and anti-Black.
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And then there were two—front-runners.
Ryan Coogler's Sinners is the most nominated (16) film in Oscar history. Paul Thomas Anderson's One Battle After Another, such are the Oscars-so-white ways of Hollywood, is still touted as the favorite for Best Picture. Nonetheless, Sinners should win the Oscar for Best Picture. And the race shouldn't even be close.
Apologies for the ample spoilers ahead. |
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The new Dodge Charger spins around a slushy skid pad at Team O'Neil Rally School in Dalton, New Hampshire. The car, now in its eighth generation, handles the early March thaw with the experienced ease of an elder statesman.
It's not your father's Charger. Now 60 years old, the American classic has been recast as the muscle-car equivalent of an SUV—cozy, comfortable, and capable no matter the weather.
That's not a bad thing. The Charger's long-standing rivals—the Chevy Camaro and Ford Mustang—have already downsized from the V-8-powered days of yore. Dodge has seen their engines and raised them a drivetrain. The Charger now sports a 3.0-liter, twin-turbo inline-six and—unlike the Camaro and Mustang—standard all-wheel drive. |
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"I'm baby," says a 30-something woman in a darkened booth. She smushes fries into her face then places the rest next to her martini to take a photo. She just ordered a neatly packaged discount meal available for happy hour, the kind of deal that someone with student loan debt craves. She, like me, is a millennial who infantilizes herself as a form of escape. So it's no surprise that a toddler treat, the McDonald's Happy Meal, has been adopted by bars and restaurants to attract waves of nostalgic adults.
The trend has emerged all over the U.S. At The Woo Woo in Midtown Manhattan, the happy hour deal offers a choice of mozzarella sticks, chicken tenders, or sliders with a side of fries, an '80s toy, and the most essential component—a cocktail—all for $24. In Memphis, Complicated Pilgrim serves up a meal deal in their own special box, stuffed with a double cheeseburger, beer battered fish sandwich, or spicy chicken sandwich, and, yes, fries and a soda. What makes it happy? The wine that comes with. |
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