The Academy has selected the original screenplay category as the one where they officially sanction a new up and comer. Therefore, Dustin Lance Black ("Milk") is this year's Diablo Cody.
The Dark Knight, although not perfect, is every bit as complex as the films the Academy has nominated for Best Picture. If anything, it deserves more credit for achieving so much complexity within the constructs of a summer blockbuster.
Oscar has a fetish for dead people. This means Heath Ledger will win the supporting actor category, and we'll be deprived of Robert Downey Jr's explanation of how great it feels to win for playing a guy in blackface.
If there's an Indian version of "Who Wants to Be A Millionaire?" Can an Indian "Deal or No Deal" be far behind?
Meryl Streep is great, but does not need another Academy Award.
The Academy only announced three nominations in the Best Original Song category and Bruce Springsteen's "The Wrestler" was not among them. Apparently this category has become the sole domain of Randy Newman/and or Pixar.
If Brad Pitt wins for playing a reverse aging CGI codger, it will provide conclusive proof of my theory that you can only win an Oscar as a movie star if you "ugly up."
"The Reader" might win by virtue of having two dead (and famous) producers. The Academy loves dead people, plus Sidney Pollack was a truly class act and Anthony Minghella is not only dead, but won a truckload of Oscars for "The English Patient".
Hugh Jackman is a strange choice to host the show. I'm holding out hope for some kind of musical skit that combines "Viva Laughin" with his recent crowning as People's Sexiest Man Alive.
Melissa Leo was great in Frozen River, but she was so pretentious at a recent screening I went to that now I don't want her to win. Kate Winslet will bring home her Holocaust gold, as Ricky Gervais predicted.
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