We might find it hard to admit, but when Olivia Colman opens the envelope containing the winner of the Oscar for the best actor in a leading role she won't be shouting out "Antonioooo", emulating Penélope Cruz's cry of "Pedroooo!" at the ceremony several years ago. But not because the British actress isn't capable of it. Anyone who likes watching award ceremonies and red carpets knows that Colman doesn't hide her fondness of the booze, and that in 2019, when she picked up award after award, she took to the stage with a G&T too many.

You can never give up hope, but it seems that the Joker of a man who consumed Joaquin Phoenix is the clear favourite to walk away with the most important prize in the acting world.

Even so, and risking sounding like a walking cliché, it's a huge delight that an actor from Malaga is on a shortlist of five to win an Oscar. Especially when you think that the only other Spanish actor to be in this situation is Javier Bardem, who was nominated twice.

The most important Spanish actor in history was about to win with Before Night Falls and with Biutiful, another disaster of a film from the Mexican Alejandro González Iñárritu, one of the greatest conmen of the modern film industry.

Alongside Bardem on the podium of Spanish film is Penélope Cruz, who was also nominated in the leading actor category, and again for a film written and directed by Pedro Almodóvar.

For anyone unfamiliar with the world of film festivals, it's worth a reminder that it was the dud-making Mexican who prevented Almodóvar in 2019 from winning - at least - the Grand Jury Prize or the best director at Cannes, where he was president of the judges.

It's important to remember all of this in case in the end Antonio Banderas doesn't win the Oscar. Because it is true that film awards have a lot to do with tastes, but also with interests.

Otherwise how do you explain that Iñárritu has two Oscars for best directing while Hitchcock - to give an example - died without getting one?

In this golden age that Malaga is going through, with all its lights (and some shadows), we feel pride when a man who flies the flag for his hometown whenever he can, is at the centre of the universe for a few hours.

And what does it matter if the academy members decide the award should go to a performance - that of Phoenix - which, although excellent, is still part of the theology of remakes that we've been immersed in in recent years.

At the end of the day, we're not hoping for pain, but for glory.