In a wide-open year for the Oscars, there’s a new King in Kerns household

(Editor’s note: Thanks to Premiere Cinemas for letting us take this photo in one of their theaters.)

It would be nice to say at least I can commiserate. or empathize, with a lot of other film writers and industry friends … but nah, that does not help at all this week.

When I predicted Sunday’s Academy Awards, I made too many poor choices. In several categories, I just should have known better. I would not be surprised if Sunday’s happened to be my worst attempt to predict Academy Award winners since … well, maybe high school.

Having a lot on my mind is no legitimate excuse.

I knew going in that Academy voters probably would not wish to empower Netflix. I knew “Bohemian Rhapsody” could not win the big prize because of the director’s legal problems. I had written that “Green Book” may be the most easily liked nominee — local actress Pam Brown gave me that clue — and that, if academy voters were going to honor Spike Lee, the easiest opportunity would be for his screenplay.

Heck, I even pointed out that a win in Best Production Design for “Black Panther” would find a black woman honored for the first time in that category, although I just viewed that as trivia.

Still, it was as though I decided to ignore my own advice and any and all clues.

So, what can I say? Color my face red.

The fun part, as always, was watching the Oscars with my family. The King is dead, long live the new King.

Since he was old enough to understand movies, grandson Gage has been my movie-going partner, willing to discuss most films in an increasingly professional manner. And after every Oscars telecast, he promised to do a better job with predictions than me the next year.

This year, he came home one day with a strong hunch that “Black Panther” would win Best Picture, and even wanted to double his Oscar bet. Jill and I had both picked “Roma” as our Best Picture winner.

As it turned out, not one of us correctly picked Best Picture.

But there were 24 total categories.

Gage ended up two picks better than me. Gage was one pick better than Jill. Jill was one pick better than me and, as she will be reminding us all year, Jill only read about the movies. She did not go to a theater and watch any of the nominated films.

Ouch.

I do not think I ever would have chosen “Bohemian Rhapsody” for Best Editing of any sort. And who would have considered that the newer, younger voters would not honor Glenn Close with her first Oscar on her seventh nomination?

What are the odds that Close, at 71, ever will be offered another strong, Oscar-worthy script?

True, Olivia Colman, deserved the statue Sunday. But it simply was not how this game had been played before.

Regardless, now I am reduced to quoting movie partner Gage: Just wait until next year!

Although I hope Hollywood also delivers stronger, more Oscar-worthy pictures next year, too.