The only award that really affects the box office is already a foregone conclusion, so there's nothing to predict there.
And now the big day is here. In the good old days, I would look forward to it. Now, I'm afraid I face it with a sort of grim resignation coupled with dread. Sadder still, this seems to have been the case for eons.
For too many years now, as entertainment, the shows have been lame, even cringeworthy: the forced banter; the sorry attempts at humor; the narcissistic, never-ending acceptance speeches. It was so much better when the awards were televised locally, and presented in a ballroom with people seated at tables. It was short, it was sweet, winners made a few gracious, heartfelt comments, and went back to their seats. And no lectures! I hope we won't be subjected to any tonight --- but is that likely?
And then the awards themselves. This year offers a repetition of the same sorry scenario we see year after year after year: the coronation of a critics' darling that will induce unsuspecting people to buy tickets to something they will hate. That is not good for the public, and not good for the theatre.
The New York Times article quoting the attitudes of some Tony Award voters (and do they ever possess attitude!) shows what we're up against. In other words, we're up against it.
Well, enjoy the show!