This morning at some ungodly fucking hour in Los Angeles, the 2007 Oscar nominations were announced. A few surprises, but nothing shocking. Clint Eastwood was nominated as Best Director, but only once, for Letters From Iwo Jima, which was also nominated for Best Picture along with Babel, The Departed, The Queen, and motherfucking Little Miss Sunshine, bitches! And the good news is, since Dreamgirls wasn’t nominated, Little Miss Sunshine actually has a slim chance of winning, whereupon I will ecstatically shit my pants. Though my money’s still on either The Departed or Letters From Iwo Jima, especially since the latter was not among the Best Foreign Language Film nominees. Scorsese was nominated for Best Director yet again, and this might finally be his year, unless Clint plays the spoiler like he did two years ago when Million Dollar Baby took Best Director and Best Picture over Scorsese’s The Aviator.
Alan Arkin and Abigail Breslin were both nominated in the Supporting Actor categories for Little Miss Sunshine, which was to be expected — as Grandpa Arkin got most of the laughs, and as Olive Breslin was more or less the center of the story. But if you really had to single out a member of the cast who deserved a nomination, it should have been Steve Carell, for taking on a character unlike anything we’ve seen him do to this point and knocking it out of the park. I figure Forest Whitaker and Helen Mirren in the Leading Actor categories are safe bets.
But enough of that. I have no idea who the fuck will win. I haven’t even seen most of the movies. Superman Returns got one, for Best Visual Effects, which it ought to win but probably won’t since it’s nominated against a much more popular film (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest), and Jesus Camp got a token Best Documentary Feature nomination, though anyone with half a brain knows An Inconvenient Truth is all over that one. Which is fair in a way, since An Inconvenient Truth is the more important of the two. Jesus Camp, though, is the better film.
Four of the Best Picture nominees are from original screenplays, which is nice. Only The Departed, which is a remake of a Japanese film, is an adaptation. That’s always nice. But once again Brett Ratner gets snubbed in the Best Director race? First he mimics Jonathan Demme in Red Dragon and gets nothing, then this year he almost pulls off a decent Bryan Singer impersonation in X-Men: The Last Stand, and still nothing? What the fuck, Hollywood? Give the kid a break. He’s trying his best.
Seriously, though, I hate Brett Ratner. What do you call shooting Brett Ratner in the face with an Uzi continuously for six months? Underkill.