Gah. Now I have to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Thanks for nothing, Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. I assume it's something about boxes of chocolates and Lieuts. Dan.
Ok, that's flip. I don't want to see it because it looks like it's trying to hard to be an "Oscar film."
Hook, line, and sinker.
So, for the noms for Best Picture, I'm on my way. Tomorrow I'm going to see Slumdog Millionaire, which I've been trying to see for a while. Today, I saw The Reader, which was very good, indeed. I'd already seen Milk and Frost/Nixon. I liked them both very much. Both were far more suspenseful than I thought they would be.
I also saw Waltz With Bashir, which is at times beautiful, rarely funny, visually interesting, and, in the end, chilling. It was strange to see a subtitled film that I didn't know the language at all. Bashir is Israeli, and I think the only word I could make out was the Hebrew for "Lebanon." If you're a war/history buff, this might be for you, but bring a zip-loc of prozac with you.
I was sorry to see Happy-Go-Lucky so under-represented on the nominee list.