Emilia Pérez, then. It’s the film set in Mexico that angered a whole load of Mexicans. The film with a transgender lead that offended many trans viewers. And the film that was tipped to scoop up a bag load of Oscars – a whopping 13 nominations! – before everything came crashing down around revelations that the aforementioned lead had made some truly hideous comments on social media several years ago.
From Academy darling to toxic mess nobody wants to touch with a 10-foot statuette in the space of one short Oscars campaign. And now you expect me – a white cis male who has never even been to Mexico – to tell you why Emilia Pérez should win the award for best picture? There’ve been easier gigs.
