Catching up on movies, pre-award season.

As awards season nears, I always find myself trying to stay caught up on the nominees so I can be legitimately angry/happy about those that win. With twelve movies up for Golden Globes, I am up to a grand total of three. Since I simply can't imagine anything in the musical/comedy category swaying me from my solid choice of Juno... I figured I'd starting working on the movies up for best drama.

Last week was Michael Clayton... which was quite good (good enough for George Clooney to potentially earn his second Oscar, but not--in my opinion--good enough to take the prize for the movie). Today I dragged my sisters to No Country for Old Men. While I was beyond mermerised by the film (as I am by everything the Coens have ever done), they weren't quite as appreciative. With one of them dubbing it the worst movie she'd ever seen and the other (the horror flick queen) dubbing it the scariest, I was on my own in my love of it. Javier Bardem was creepy to the extreme. He may even haunt me in my sleep for the next few nights...