By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com

Detroit Film Critic Society Nominates 2012

THE DFCS NOMINEES FOR 2012 (in alphabetical order)

BEST PICTURE

ARGO
THE IMPOSSIBLE
SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK
TAKE THIS WALTZ
ZERO DARK THIRTY
BEST DIRECTOR

BEN AFFLECK – ARGO
JUAN ANTONIO BAYONA – THE IMPOSSIBLE
KATHERINE BIGELOW – ZERO DARK THIRTY
SARAH POLLEY – TAKE THIS WALTZ
DAVID O. RUSSELL – SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK
BEST ACTOR

BRADLEY COOPER – SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK
JOHN HAWKES – THE SESSIONS
DANIEL DAY-LEWIS – LINCOLN
BILL MURRAY – HYDE PARK ON HUDSON
JOAQUIN PHOENIX – THE MASTER
BEST ACTRESS

JESSICA CHASTAIN – ZERO DARK THIRTY
GRETA GERWIG – DAMSELS IN DISTRESS
JENNIFER LAWRENCE – SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK
NAOMI WATTS – THE IMPOSSIBLE
MICHELLE WILLIAMS – TAKE THIS WALTZ
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR

ROBERT DENIRO – SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK
PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN – THE MASTER
TOMMY LEE JONES – LINCOLN
MATTHEW MCCONAUGHEY – MAGIC MIKE
EWAN MCGREGOR – THE IMPOSSIBLE
EZRA MILLER – THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS

AMY ADAMS – THE MASTER
ANN DOWD – COMPLIANCE
SALLY FIELD – LINCOLN
ANNE HATHAWAY – LES MISÉRABLES
HELEN HUNT – THE SESSIONS
BEST ENSEMBLE

ARGO
MARVEL’S THE AVENGERS
LINCOLN
MOONRISE KINGDOM
SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK
BREAKTHROUGH

STEPHEN CHBOSKY – THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER
ZOE KAZAN – RUBY SPARKS
REBEL WILSON – PITCH PERFECT
BENH ZEITLIN – BEASTS OF THE SOUTHERN WILD
CRAIG ZOBEL – COMPLIANCE
BEST SCREENPLAY

STEPHEN CHBOSKY – THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER
DREW GODDARD & JOSS WHEDON – THE CABIN IN THE WOODS
TONY KUSHNER – LINCOLN
SARAH POLLEY – TAKE THIS WALTZ
DAVID O. RUSSELL – SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK
BEST DOCUMENTARY

THE HOUSE I LIVE IN
THE IMPOSTER
JIRO DREAMS OF SUSHI
THE QUEEN OF VERSAILLES
SEARCHING FOR SUGAR MAN

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“I was 15 when I first watched Sally Hardesty escape into the back of a pickup truck, covered in blood and cackling like a goddamn witch. All of her friends were dead. She had been kidnapped, tortured and even forced to feed her own blood to her cannibalistic captors’ impossibly shriveled patriarch. Being new to the horror genre, I was sure she was going to die. It had been a few months since I survived a violent sexual assault, where I subsequently ran from my assailant, tripped, fell and fought like hell. I crawled home with bloody knees, makeup-stained cheeks and a new void in both my mind and heart. My sense of safety, my ability to trust others, my willingness to form new relationships and my love of spending time with people I cared about were all taken from me. It wasn’t until I found the original The Texas Chain Saw Massacre that something clicked. It was Sally’s strength, and her resilience. It was watching her survive blows to the head from a hammer. It was watching her break free from her bonds and burst through a glass window. It was watching her get back up after she’d been stabbed. It was watching her crawl into the back of a truck, laughing as it drove away from Leatherface. She was the last one to confront the killer, and live. I remember sitting in front of the TV and thinking, There I am. That’s me.”
~ Lauren Milici On “The Final Girl”

“‘Thriller’ enforced its own reality principle; it was there, part of the every commute, a serenade to every errand, a referent to every purchase, a fact of every life. You didn’t have to like it, you only had to acknowledge it. By July 6, 1984, when the Jacksons played the first show of their ‘Victory’ tour, in Kansas City, Missouri, Jacksonism had produced a system of commodification so complete that whatever and whoever was admitted to it instantly became a new commodity. People were no longer comsuming commodities as such things are conventionally understood (records, videos, posters, books, magazines, key rings, earrings necklaces pins buttons wigs voice-altering devices Pepsis t-shirts underwear hats scarves gloves jackets – and why were there no jeans called Bille Jeans?); they were consuming their own gestures of consumption. That is, they were consuming not a Tayloristic Michael Jackson, or any licensed facsimile, but themselves. Riding a Mobius strip of pure capitalism, that was the transubstantiation.”
~ Greil Marcus On Michael Jackson