Right Enough

Non-fiction rarely gets a look in during discussions of book-to-screen adaptations. When it comes to choosing the best, an obvious contender has to be:


Unless of course you’re asking William Goldman.

For everyone who continually carped on about how, prior to this year’s ceremony, Martin Scorsese didn’t get the love from the AMPAS, can you explain exactly how The Right Stuff was beaten to Best Picture by Terms of Endearment?

If you have an answer, write it down on a piece of paper, wrap that around a brick, and lob it through the front window of your nearest Academy voter. You know it makes sense.