Academy Awards -- mopping up

I just put tomorrow's story to bed and didn't get to put in the observation that in spite of the evening's efficient dullness -- god, I miss Sacheen Littlefeather -- there was a definite sense of a generational changing of the guard. I mean, the Coens just won best director(s) and picture. Paul Thomas Anderson tied with them for most nominations. And there's Ellen Page and Diablo Cody (real name Brooke Busey -- I'm contractually and morally obligated to mention that every time I type the words "Diablo Cody"). Add to that the fact that Jack Nicholson actually seemed older than the 98-year-old Robert Boyle and the times they may indeed be a-changing.

On the predictions front, I did pretty poorly this year -- 12 right guesses out of 24. Wesley skunked me by one: 13 out of 24. As usual, I got hosed on the short subjects and the sound categories. As usual, some of the folks I thought should win went ahead and did win, so I guess I should trust my instincts. There's always next year. Besides, not even Tilda Swinton thought she'd actually get an Oscar for best supporting actress.