
It's over! After months of hype and hooey, the Oscars are yesterday's news. Except of course for grading the telecast. The winners were mostly well chosen—in an enlightened world The Golden Compass would win nothing, even visual effects—but the dullness quotient increased as the show dragged on and on and on. Here then, teacher's grades for the best and worst moments, remembering of course that the best is often the worst. Feel free to chime in.
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Best Supporting Actress winner Tilda Swinton (Michael Clayton). What other actress would begin an acceptance speech with the words, "Oh noooo," and then proceed to give her statuette away to her American agent because his ass resembled Oscar's? Great, unexpected stuff on a night of dreary rectitude.
Big winners Joel and Ethan Coen (Best Picture, Screenplay and Direction for No Country for Old Men). They deserved every prize but looked like they'd been called to the principal's office to be chewed out each time they hit the massive stage of the Kodak theater.



Please join me Sunday night for my live Oscar blog, starting at 8pm EST, where I'll shoot poison darts at every major category from acting to acting stupid and invite you to do the same.


It's in the air, people. As Oscar Sunday approaches, rumors are flying that No Country for Old Men is no longer a lock as Best Picture. Academy voters hate that damn ending and the fact that we never see the Josh Brolin character get his. Colossal stupidity, of course, but idiot thinking is part of the Oscar process. The hot skinny has it that Juno, the populist candidate, and Michael Clayton, the throwback to the 1970s when Academy voters were last comfortable with movies, are gaining ground. Suddenly, the Coen brothers are Hillary Clinton and Juno and Michael Clayton are on the Obama ticket for change. The Crash upset over Brokeback Mountain two years ago is being cited as precedent. But homophobia was the force that brought down Brokeback—no cornholing cowpokes for Oscar's old-guard, thank you very much. Before weighing in yourselves, take a look at the platforms each movie is running on: 
If the Oscars are making you nuts with their Hollywood bias—though there's less glitz among this year's nominees than ever—you can detox with the Independent Spirit Awards. Taking place this Saturday, and broadcast on the Independent Film Channel (IFC), the 23rd Independent Spirit Awards celebrate what you can do with film talent, working fast and on the cheap. Hosted by Rainn Wilson, of The Office and Juno, the ceremony takes place in front of an audience that gathers inside a beachfront tent in Santa Monica. On the Red Carpet, the Spirits are to cargo pants what the Oscars are to Dolce and Gabbana. The crowd is low-key and by my own witness not adverse to maverick behavior and controlled substances. Mostly, though, it's a chance for the indies get a little cred. Here are a few of the nominees:


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