I wouldn't bet the farm on The Social Network -- or any other fillum -- winning (as opposed to being nominated for) the Racso this early.

I wouldn't bet the farm on The Social Network -- or any other fillum -- winning (as opposed to being nominated for) the Racso this early. AMPAS will surely do the 10 picture Best Pic approach again, with the studios and agencies now prepared to market and strategize within that expanded field in ways that they weren't last year. There are already big DVD release pushes planned for The Kids Are All Right and Inception and various other early-to-midyear-issue moom pitchahs, and there's a slate of hugely well-regarded pix from the festivals coming down the For Your Consideration pike this fall --- for instance, John Cameron Mitchell's adaptation of Rabbit Hole,, with La Belle Nicole, Aaron Eckhardt and Dianne Wiest, which Toronto-attending criticalities received with the sort of awed enthusisam usually reserved for sightings of Christ on a tortilla, and that's just one example. It ain't over 'til December 31, after which it's likely to be a battle royale to make last year's Avatar-versus-Hurt Locker faceoff seem pallid by comparison.

Speaking of promising stage-to-screen adaptations, colleague Nikki Finke has some interesting news for next year:

Julia Roberts And Meryl Streep To Team In 'August: Osage County'

Albert was commissioned as a midshipman on 15 September 1913 and one year later began service in World War I. His fellow officers gave him the nickname "Mr. Johnson".[8] He was mentioned in despatches for his action as a turret officer aboard HMS Collingwood during the Battle of Jutland (31 May – 1 June 1916), an indecisive action against the German navy which emerged as a strategic victory for the United Kingdom. He did not see further action in the war, largely because of ill health caused by a duodenal ulcer.[9] In February 1918, he was appointed Officer in Charge of Boys at the Royal Naval Air Service's training establishment at Cranwell

Though the concepts may have impressed the boys at FHM, for me, they had no intellectual resonance.

Nor did I much care for having the bottom dream level be a James Bond movie. Maybe I just can't accept that the deepest level of the human unconscious is full of snowmobiles and automatic weapons.

Wasn't "the deepest level of the human subconscious" supposed to be that place that they went after they dream-died, the place they couldn't wake up from?

I'll convey the most praise to Aaron Sorkin, who, as usual, writes some of the smartest, best dialogue that doesn't sound like anyone in real life would ever speak, but is entertaining as hell.