2012 Critics Awards: San Francisco Film Critics

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Best Picture: The Master

Best Director: Kathryn Bigelow

Best Documentary: The Waiting Room

Best Foreign Language Film: Amour

Best Animated Film: ParaNorman

Best Editing: William Goldenberg, Argo

Best Production Design: Adam Stockhausen, Moonrise Kingdom

Best Cinematography: Claudio Miranda, Life of Pi

Best Adapted Screenplay: Tony Kushner, Lincoln

Best Original Screenplay: Mark Boal, Zero Dark Thirty

Best Supporting Actress: Helen Hunt, The Sessions

Best Supporting Actor: Tommy Lee Jones, Lincoln

Best Actress: Emmanuelle Riva, Amour

Best Actor: Joaquin Phoenix, The Master

Special Citation: Girl Walk//All Day by Jacob Krupnick

Marlon Riggs Award: Peter Nicks for The Waiting Room

3 Responses to “2012 Critics Awards: San Francisco Film Critics”

  1. YancySkancy says:

    Marabou?

  2. YancySkancy says:

    Oh, and I think the link said THE MASTER was their Best Pic choice.

  3. Ray Pride says:

    Actually, the page was wrong. THE MASTER is correct. Fixed, thanks. [RP]

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