The Festival is exactly one year old today. Hopefully you've enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed using it to complain about stuff.

Speaking of, Oscar nominations are out and the general consensus seems to be...Who the hell cares? Of the films nominated for Best Picture, I saw exactly one of them (Lord of the Rings) and have no desire to see the others. Yet for the next month, E! will feature round-the-clock coverage of what all the stars plan on wearing and which movie that nobody actually saw will win the most awards.

Basically, if you are in any way involved in a movie that is a period piece or a musical, you will be nominated for lots of awards. For the past 2 years, we have had movies that have been a craptacular smorgasbord of both genres (Chicago and Moulin Rouge, which I will write about in depth at a later date), and as you can probably imagine the Screen Actors Guild has had a collective orgasm and nominated them for everything. Last year, common sense prevailed and Moulin Rouge did not win Best Picture, but how long can they delay the inevitable?

I, for one, couldn't give a shit whether Meryl Streep shows up wearing three strategically-placed cocktail napkins or a dirty burlap sack, since I would smash my skull with an award statuette before I turned on the tv on Oscar night. And no matter which movie ends up with Best Picture, it will be a snub for the film of the year that was not even nominated...

Extreme Ops.