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*Best Supporting Actor, Best Supporting Actress. It's hard to get the nominations, but of course it's even harder to get the wins. This is why "The Fighter"--Bale, Leo--is so special.

When has there been a nominee pair from one movie? Think of "Lincoln" (Field, Tommy Lee Jones). "American Hustle," "Silver Linings Playbook." "Moonlight." "Spotlight." "Goodfellas." (Yes! REMEMBER NOMINEE LORRAINE BRACCO!!)

*Here's what sometimes happens to young women. They are anointed with a Best Actress win, then Hollywood decides the appeal has worn off, and we don't really hear from these women, as prize contenders, again. 

Lupita Nyong'o. Alicia Vikander. Mira Sorvino. Gwyneth Paltrow. Halle Berry. Anne Hathaway. Jennifer Connelly.

That's why I am especially pleased when an actress pulls off an Oscar nomination post Oscar win. I'm particularly obsessed with "Steve Jobs"--weak movie, weak script--because Kate Winslet, despite the mediocre material, still managed to get a nomination after having already won an Oscar.

*Sometimes, it's fun to recall that Mary Steenburgen has a best-acting Oscar. And Frank Sinatra. And Olympia Dukakis. And that Melanie Griffith was once an Oscar nominee. I'm just saying.

NO NIGHT MATTERS MORE THAN TOMORROW NIGHT.

P.S. Mercedes Ruehl! Always remember Mercedes Ruehl!!
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