“Hail To The Oscars”

I was in a film noir blah. There I sat once again, alone at my desk in the dim basement. It was Oscar picking time, that annual humbling when the critic is muscled into shedding all pretense of dignity and assumes the role of common handicapper. The Yanks were in the Florida sun, readying for the show. Me? I was making like a gambler, hoping to be a lucky so and so.