John Cusack is a god. There is no doubt about it in my mind, if in fact there ever was any. Last night we watched High Fidelity and Grosse Pointe Blank back to back. Brilliance. Pure brilliance. Not only is the man gorgeous and funny, but he's a damn good actor too.

Meanwhile, it's Oscar-time! Hoo-bloody-ray. I was reading the paper yesterday, with a two-page article on the nominations. The author was one of those too-cool-for-this types who denigrated everything irrespective of race, colour or creed. People like that annoy me a great deal, because they don't have anything constructive to say or do. They can't create or improve, they can only mock. So frankly I don't give a rat's arse about his opinions, because he's got his head so far up his own arse that he couldn't see daylight if someone covered his navel.

My personal preferences for the distrubution of the little bronze men? Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon for best film, of course. I'd like to see Geoffrey Rush get best actor for Quills, mainly because I don't want Tom Hanks to get it. But definitely Joaquin Phoenix for supporting actor for his delightfully deranged Commodus in Gladiator. (Yes, Drioux, I know you didn't like him, but I did, so nyer. :-)) Anyone but Julia Roberts for best actress. I don't particular think Crouching Tiger deserves best director - there wasn't that much innovative or outstanding about the direction, just the movie as a whole. Gladiator did, however, have those flashes of brilliance. So I'd like to see dear old Ridley take that one out.