Not a bad bit o' prognosticatin' Sunday night, if I do say so myself.
By the time the dust settled at the the Dolby Theatre, I'd gone 17 for 24 on this year's Oscar picks. That's 70 percent, which is a C if you're a public-school student, but like an A- by the standard of the Academy Awards Scantron sheet.
My shots touched nothing but net in all of the major categories, but rattled the rim anywhere I had no choice but to guess based on the film title (Best Documentary Short, etc.) or default to "Life of Pi" in technical categories. I also bounced one off the backboard when casting my vote based on personal preference as opposed to likelihood of success. I had "Flight" for Best Original Screenplay, and while Quentin Tarantino is my own Generation X's quintessential (Quentin-ssential, perhaps?) film auteur, "Django Unchained" felt too comfortably within QT's wheelhouse to take the honor away from the taut, thrilling, brutally truthful, watch-through-your-fingers-with-hands-over-your-face "Flight."
Here's the full rundown on my swishes and bricks: