Every year I try to stay away from the madness of award season and every year I’m sucked into it like a moth to a flame. This year was no different. After a special year in film, after Mad Max won everybody’s heart, after Tom Hardy gave only amazing performances, after Leo wished, prayed and hoped throughout the year; the Oscars delivered and everybody won!
“Talking about that little prick called Eagle. Eagle loves competition because for someone to win, someone has to lose. But the paradox is that true art, true individual expression as all the work of these incredible fellow filmmakers, can’t be compared, can’t be labeled, can’t be defeated, because it exist and our work will only be judged, as always, by time.“