Defamer points me to another possible reason that I didn't like There Will Be Blood: homophobia?
Nathaniel posts Day Two of his Oscar Symposium at The Film Experience. I've long said that if you love the Oscars, there is no better coverage out there than Nat's, so check it.
The Fug Girls are all over Fashion Week, covering the show, the parties, and Sophia Bush's every move for New York Magazine. Of note: Eliza Dushku! And speaking of the fabulous ladies of fug, check out this delicious takedown of Dear Viggo. I haven't been able to give voice to my underwhelmed feelings about his nomination for the deeply average Eastern Promises for fear of hordes of star-tattooed fans pummeling me, so this was more than cathartic.
Finally, FourFour continues examining the conumdrum wrapped up in a hamburger phone stuffed inside a pregnancy belly that is Juno. I go back and forth on it myself. It's definitely not one of my favorite movies this year, but I can't decide if its more irritating affectations are ever entirely made up for by the brilliant cast and the improved writing of the film's second half.