During my senior year of high school, my friends and I played Madden together after school. It was more fun than it sounds, if just as dorky. We adopted the Cleveland Browns as our franchise, only we created versions of ourselves and placed those avatars into the game, resulting in a freakishly talented roster that routinely rolled over teams by 50-plus points. (My particular avatar was a wide receiver in the Ed McCaffrey mold who won the MVP after racking up roughly 200 catches for 5,000 yards and 40 touchdowns.) The Browns hadn’t been this relevant since the halcyon days of Jim Brown and Milt Plum. It reached the point where we even used Madden‘s ingenious feature that allowed you to compete against teams from the past, slaughtering juggernauts like Bill Walsh’s West-Coast 49ers and Pittsburgh’s Steel Curtain. We were the Dream Team of Madden folklore.
What does all of this have to do with this year’s Best Actor race? Well, the competition this year is so loaded that the category is basically the Oscars’ version of my old unstoppable, self-created team from Madden. Four of the five nominees deliver downright superlative performances (the fifth isn’t half-bad), while at least a half-dozen contenders who failed to crack the ballot are just as deserving. If you plugged 2013’s Best Actor field into the Academy equivalent of Madden and let it face off against Oscar categories of yesteryear, this year’s quintet would jump out to a 35-0 first quarter lead before the computer “accidentally” reset the game due to unexplained system failure. If there’s ever a category that could hope to justify the indefensible switch from “And the winner is” to “And the Oscar goes to”, it’s this one. Read More