Hogar Noticias Oscar 2025 Nominados: Emilia Pérez, 'Wicked', 'The Brutalist' Shine

Oscar 2025 Nominados: Emilia Pérez, 'Wicked', 'The Brutalist' Shine

Autor : Noah Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

Las 97 nominaciones a los Premios de la Academia están en, y Emilia Pérez es la favorita con un récord de 13 nominaciones, la mayor cantidad para una película de idioma no inglés. Rachel Sennott y Bowen Yang anunciaron a los nominados el 23 de enero durante una transmisión en vivo en el canal de YouTube de los Oscar.

El thriller de crimen español de Jacques Audiard, Emilia Pérez, recibió múltiples nominaciones, incluyendo Mejor Picture, Mejor Director (Audiard mismo) y la mejor actriz principal de Karla Sofía Gascón. Malvado y el brutalista seguido de cerca con 10 nominaciones cada una, mientras que el cónclave y un completo desconocido aseguraron ocho.

Emilia Pérez Star Karla Sofía Gascón. Foto de Medios y Media/Getty Images.

Clave 2025 Nominaciones al Oscar:

Mejor foto: Anora, la brutalista, un completo desconocido, cónclave, dune: Parte dos, Emilia Pérez, todavía estoy aquí, Nickel Boys, The Sustance, Wicked

Mejor director: Sean Baker (Anora), Brady Corbet (el Brutalista), James Mangold (un completo desconocido), Jacques Audiard (Emilia Pérez), Coralie Fargeat (The Sustance)

Mejor actriz: Cynthia Erivo (Wicked), Karla Sofía Gascón (Emilia Pérez), Mikey Madison (Anora), Demi Moore (la sustancia), Fernanda Torres (todavía estoy aquí)

y muchas más en todas las categorías, incluyendo: Mejor actor, actor y actriz de apoyo, escritura (guión adaptado y original), cinematografía, largometraje animado, música (puntuación original y canción), diseño de producción, edición de películas, características y cortos documentales y cortos , Largometrajes internacionales, maquillaje y peinado, efectos visuales, diseño de disfraces, cortometrajes animados y de acción en vivo, y sonido.

La 97ª Ceremonia de Premios de la Academia se llevará a cabo el domingo 2 de marzo de 2025 en el Teatro Dolby en Los Ángeles. El evento se transmitirá en vivo por ABC (EE. UU.), ITV (Reino Unido), y en más de 200 territorios a nivel mundial. Por primera vez, también transmitirá en vivo en Hulu.

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