Imagine, for a moment, if you will, if roles had been reversed, and James Cameron directed The Hurt Locker, resulting in a tightly-wrapped spectacle, realism without the tack-on doc-style, star power instead of appetizer-cameos, fear laced with more than just a simple thesis and some nihilism.
And then—with Avatar, directed by Kathryn Bigelow, some brains meshed into the lush, ripe-for-the-picking world. Adult sci-fi—like the best of Star Wars—a head for a heart, a head for the soul of the Na'vi, in particular the great character/performance of Neytiri.
Whatever. District 9 trumps all. It should win/it won't. Up in the Air would be great... If it gets beat out by Inglourious Basterds, I won't know what to think. I'd rather see The Blind Side go all the way...like a wide receiver, get it?
The Dark Knight, for what it's worth, shook things up, a la its malevolent Joker. Still waiting on that "ace in the hole," though. Still waiting.
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