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Finally, we have a race on our hands
'Even before the detection of Lou Gehrig’s disease while studying cosmology at
Cambridge, Eddie Redmayne’s makes us acutely conscious of Stephen Hawking body
in The Theory of Everything. He inhabits it the same way small boys operate
remote-controlled toys — with a mixture of offhandedness and feral
concentration. His gangly frame is there to do his bidding, if he thinks about
it at all. Shambling, shy and slouched of posture, hands shoved in pockets, he
peers out from behind an unruly mop of hair, enunciating his words in a soft
tumble, his mouth caught up in a crooked Cheshire cat grin, as if faintly
abashed by his own brilliance. Just how much of himself Redmayne brings to the
role is was evident from his graceful turns at the podium at the Screen Actors
Guild Awards, and, last night, BAFTA, where he picked up Best Actor. Finally we may have a race. That’ll teach me for
complaining about how becalmed the Oscars were this year. The Oscar could still
go to Michael Keaton — the academy have a habit of looking after their
veterans — but Redmayne has been
charming on the campaign trail, and the role of Hawking is catnip to the actors who gave him the SAG and
who make up the largest voting bloc of the academy — he spend the latter
half the movie communicating emotion solely through his eyes. Together with a Julianne
Moore win for Still Alice, an Oscar for
Redmayne would make a clean sweep of the top acting awards for degenerative neurological diseases'
— my piece on the Oscar race for Intelligent Life
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