Tuesday, January 23, 2007

noms are out

Ok, the nominations are out. I said to myself it would be great to get 70 percent correct. But hey, I got 88.75 (from the major categories). Guess I have to apply for Academy membership now.



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Letters from Iwo Jima was a surprise but a more logical bet over Dreamgirls. So, Clint is nommed. Surprising too, the Academy did not follow last year's director-picture pattern. Paul Greengrass is in over LMS's Dayton and Faris. United 93 is even fitter to be in BP than Babel. Well...

Jack Nicholson's portrayal of a ruthless and seethingly viscious gang lord is snubbed over Alan Arkin's brief stint in LMS. All that for a comeback? C'mon...

I'm glad Pan's Labyrinth and Children of Men got much love from the Academy being nommed in some other categories. Kudos to Cuaron and del Toro.

Leo is in for Blood Diamond and not The Departed. Great Ryan Gosling is in. He's like the Adrien Brody in this group. Saw Venus trailer and Peter O'Toole might give Whitaker a run for his accolade.

Actress and Supporting Actress is perfect.

Click here for a complete rundown of whole list.

photo courtesy of oscarwatch/newsweek

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