What? No "Superbad?"

A few random afterthoughts while the second pot o' joe brews:

We're grateful today that we aren't Gil Cates or Patric Verrone. We're glad that Daniel Day-Lewis exists, and that it matters not to Academy voters that "There Will Be Blood" has made a fraction of "Cloverfield's" opening weekend gross.

Viggo, Viggo, Viggo!

Women writers get some love, as does the young but savvy beyond her years actor-turned-auteur Sarah Polley.

Plenty of overlooked -- don't even get us started on "3:10 to Yuma" -- and many audience favorites were completely bypassed.

Historically, it hasn't mattered that much which films or performers or behind-the-scenes folks are nominated -- the Oscar telecast has been the Super Bowl of entertainment, ratings-wise. That did spike during populist film years, like "Titanic," but generally people tune in as a matter of course. (Advertisers latch on, to the tune of some $80 million in media buys).

We might see that change this year, as the decimated Globes can attest (less than 6 million people watched, as opposed to the usual 20 milion--plus). We repeat, awfully happy that we aren't Mr. Cates.

Consult the official Academy site for more awards-related stuff.

Comments

[KT]

Terry, where's the haterade for Jason Reitman getting a Best Director nod? I'm disappointed at your lack of outrage. Sure, you're my fave awards season blogger (and definitely the best HoRe blogger, no offense to Andy W.) but I need some more anger with my morning news of Unimportant Awards to Overpaid Starlets.

The only thing Juno deserved was for little Ellen Page acting her heart out for a cloying script that most DEFINITELY did not deserve a best script nod, honest to blog.