As you've probably heard by now, the Oscar nominations are out. It's a fairly pathetic line-up, though I'm still trying to decide whether that's a testament to the insularity of the Academy, the sad excuse for film-making that is Hollywood or both.
I'm also trying to make up my mind whether I want Scorsese to win or not. God knows he deserves it, but having him win for something as ordinary as The Departed seems too derisory a joke. Plus I'm torn between wanting to see O'Toole win and wanting to see Ryan Gosling's performance in Half Nelson get the reward it deserves, knowing full well that Forest Whitaker is the man who's likely to be walking away with the golden statuette (yes, yes, I know that the Academy has to pretend that they're different from the Golden Globes, but I'm hoping they'll do that by screwing Babel). And I suppose it's idle to hope for Alan Arkin as well.
Oh well, at least Mirren will count as one truly deserving win. God bless the Queen.
Meanwhile, by popular demand (one person asked for it) here's my review of Babel.