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It is fashionable to lament the increasing number of awards ceremonies in the entertainment business, but the lament is mean and unjust. Records show that, in the past two months alone, there have been entire weekday evenings on which Julianne Moore had to stay home. But, if the prospect of temporary prizelessness is bleak for our leading actors, imagine how galling it must be for ordinary Americans, who have surely earned the right to switch on their televisions, at any given hour of the day, and find fresh, irrefutable proof that it is possible to have an emotional collapse in a strapless ballgown.
Thank heavens, then, for the Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards, tucked neatly between the swelling cheeks of...
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