
I really hope The Hours and Jack Nicholson do not win. Nicholson gave a touching performance in About Schmidt but I can’t help thinking the Academy nominated him just because he’s Jack. If they feel compelled to give him the award too then they damn well better give Martin Scorsese Best Director just for being Martin Scorsese. (And The Hours disappointed me in that it reminds me of a Fabergé egg: handsomely crafted but upon closer inspection hollow.)
The 75th Oscars should be even more fun for me since, for the first time, I’ve actually seen all five Best Picture nominees! All the films have merit, but as far as what I’m rooting for, it would probably have to be Chicago.