Oscar season means Oscar parties. Usually you need a star or two in attendance to bring out the journalists because there are only a few who will turn up for the free food and drink alone, and even fewer who do it for their jobs. I myself tend to feel awkward at such gatherings, even though it’s theoretically part of my job. The way the bloggers and journalists swarm the talent always puts one in one’s obsolete place, as adorer and worshipper rather than fellow human being. It’s surreal, but nice. Some of these event are impossible to pass up, however, and one such occasion for me was the All Is Lost party held this weekend in Hollywood in the middle of the day.