Legally, Glenn Close Cannot Win An Oscar For Mawmaw

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I love Glenn Close’s fivehead and mine. 

I did not think the pan-demi cup bra could steal any more of my joy. And yet: I have so little interest in awards season this year, I mean, a critically low level of interest. I love, love Nomadland and Judas and the Black Messiah. I was really into Bad Education, which everyone seems to have forgotten. I find my mind wandering to I Am Your Woman quite a bit. One Night in Miami is exquisite; Let Them All Talk is the most fun I’ve had watching anything released in 2020. Mank jokes can no longer sustain me. And, please, enough of this fiction that The Trial of the Chicago 7 is in any way a good movie. Anyway.

Ninety-something people known as “The Hollywood Foreign Press Association” announced what they believe to be the best performances and movies and television of the year. You can read the full list of nominees h…