Weird, unsettling week, this. Here’s how it went down:
• In the week’s biggest movie news, the Academy threw us all for a loop by announcing a 10-nominee slate for the Best Picture category.
• But even that shock was dwarfed in scale by the stunning news of Michael Jackson’s passing.
• And in a rather bleak week for losing talent, we also said goodbye to Farrah Fawcett and Ed McMahon.
• On a happier note, we laid eyes on two of our most eagerly awaited films of the year — “Public Enemies” and “Antichrist” — and liked what we saw.
• AMPAS continues its tinkering, this time in the Best Original Song category.
• The “Transformers” sequel opened to critical scorn even accusations of racism, but is the film totally indefensible?
• With “The Hurt Locker” finally going public today, we caught up with the film’s breakout star Jeremy Renner.
• We revealed our age by celebrating the 20th anniversary of Tim Burton’s “Batman.”
• Continuing the reflective mood, this week’s list considered the greatest directorial debuts of the decade.
• Speaking of debuts, “The Proposal” gave Sandra Bullock the biggest of her career.
On Tuesday we celebrated the 20th anniversary of Tim Burton’s “Batman” around these parts with a
Well, that was quick. The Guardian
The jury may
The headline is slightly misleading, but not entirely untrue. Following Wednesday’s big 
So the Academy, in 
My last full day at the Edinburgh International Film Festival (which wraps up on Sunday) served up a pair of comparatively conspicuous U.S. titles. Both are comic ventures of a sort that made a splash (one via widespread critical and audience enthusiasm, the other via a high-profile pickup by Fox Searchlight) at the Sundance Film Festival, but otherwise represent opposite tonal ends of the spectrum of American independent comedy.
James Montgomery of MTV News was just on the network talking Michael Jackson’s legacy and it struck me as particularly applicable for a film site, so I thought I’d pass along his sentiments:
Two of these in one day is always difficult. But the passing of pop icon Michael Jackson is huge. Earth-shattering. I don’t know what to say, how to say it, or how to deflect the inevitable sniping at Jackson’s tabloid-filling escapades that will blur the fact that this is, truly, a tragic event.

I only yesterday picked up the new Bluray of Stanley Kubrick’s “Dr. Strangelove,” one of those canonical classics that becomes almost a cliched entry in any number of all-time-best-films lists. I haven’t had a chance to dive in yet, though the recent
An AP news brief flashed across my cell phone via text message a little: actress Farrah Fawcett