I definitely do not understand why the Academy nominated neither supporting actor from Call Me By Your Name, despite the fact that Michael Stuhlbarg’s speech at the end of the film almost made me cry. Stuhlbarg appears in three of this year’s best picture nominees, and despite consistently delivering award-worthy performances, he has never even been nominated for an Emmy or an Academy Award. And Armie Hammer tends to have spotty judgment in his film choices, but at least he is able to translate his insane likeability into complex characters.

On March 4, it is more than likely that I will be disappointed by the Academy’s choice for best supporting actor, but I am holding out hope that they will prove me wrong and give the award to Willem Dafoe for his performance in The Florida Project for being a bastion of hope not only within the movie, but also in an industry so obsessed with always coming out on top. Whether he is playing an evil millionaire/supervillain in Spider-Man or a cranky first mate in The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, Willem Dafoe has never been afraid of the audience hating him. If only Sam Rockwell lived by that same attitude, I would feel much more comfortable with his almost-inevitable win.