As always, these opinions are mine, and mine alone. Please, no wagering.
Chicago will win. The fix is in, and has been for months.
Gangs of New York should win. It's the only nominee that worked for me on all levels.
Far From Heaven should have been nominated. It was my choice for the top film of 2002.
If The Hours wins, I will be angry.
Martin Scorsese will and should win for Gangs of New York. Sure, it's career achievement, but who's achieved more in their career? Additionally, Scorsese does a masterful job keeping control of everything that's happening.
I would have liked to have seen a nomination for George Clooney on Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. Stop laughing. On his first time out, Clooney demonstrates considerable skill and wicked wit.
I will be angry if Stephen Daldry wins for the incredibly self-important The Hours.
Best Original Screenplay:
Todd Haynes will and should win for Far From Heaven, which triumphs based first on its writing.
P.T. Anderson should have been nominated for the best damn romantic comedy of the past 15 years, Punch-Drunk Love.
I will be angry if Nia Vardalos wins for My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
Best Adapted Screenplay:
Charlie and Donald Kaufman will and should win for Adaptation, and then the category should be renamed after them.
A nod to Steven Soderbergh for Solaris would have been nice, but then I can count on my fingers the number of people who liked it as much as I did.
I will rain shock and awe down upon Hollywood if David Hare wins for The Hours. (Are you sensing a theme?)
Daniel Day-Lewis will and should win for Gangs of New York's unforgettable and unspeakable Bill the Butcher, perhaps the greatest film character since Michael Corleone.
Adam Sandler should have been nominated for his stunning work in Punch-Drunk Love.
If Jack Nicholson wins for About Schmidt, I will be angry. And you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
Julianne Moore should win for Far From Heaven. Her work is just...mindblowing.
Time is short. More later.