To Dos Day

___ Item 1: SAY HI.
StinkyLulu's Blog Crush #31108: When I Look Deep In Your Eyes. (Love ya, Cuddles!)

___ Item 2: FORGIVE ME.
Yes yes yes - I've been a big old blogging slacker, iknowiknowiknow. Between the full-tilt boogie of the university at midterm and my recent academented travels to the city of boxtys and bloggerly love, I've gotten real behind. In the next days, however, look for StinkyLulu to get back on track -- starting with a make-up Celebrity Rehab recaplet on Wednesday, with my post on the reunion quick to follow on Friday. (For those of you who are just not on the Celebrity Rehab train, this week is marks the end of the adventure in addiction, with next Friday bringing a return -- I think -- of Homo Heritage Fridays.) This Sunday will also bring the first of "The Film Experience Fundraiser" Supporting Actress profiles and, at some point very soon, I'll offer my response to ModFab's tag on the recent "My Dinner With" meme. So, we're back on track, lovelies, I promise.

___ Item 3: MARVEL AT THE WONDERMENT.
Watch as my recent obsession Raquel Welch collides with Janis Joplin on The Dick Cavett Show circa 1970. Now that's a hot tranny mess.

___ Item 4: CLICK AND THEN CLICK AGAIN.
Just click.

___ Item 5: HABLAMOS.
Learn some especial espanish in this helpful video.

___ Item 6: RUB YOUR CRYSTAL BALLS.
Nathaniel's reintroducing his 2nd annual Best Actress Psychic contest today. Not only was last year's venture a total hoot but the whole enterprise, as Nick reminded me this past weekend, is essentially "Fantasy Football for Feygelahs." So, despite my 55th place finish, I can't wait to play again. All such Best Actress excitements, of course, start me to pondering Supporting Actresses. Now, I'm not going to run a comparable contest -- I so could never track such a thing -- but I am contemplating running a mini-version for Supporting Actresses. So, lovely reader, what do you think? Would you like to play Supporting Actress prognosticator? How 'bout this: I'll run a real contest if I get 25+ folks interested in playing. To indicate your interest, say so in comments or shoot me a quick email. For now, let's start warming up in comments. (And feel free to start speculating, you will of course be allowed to revise your picks for an actual contest...just have fun for now.) So, hit it, dear ones: Tell me your top 6 picks for Best Supporting Actress 2008, with a bonus/tie-breaker of your most likely Razzie nominee.

Have at it, lovelies!

To Dos Day

___ Item 1: SAY HI.
StinkyLulu's Blog Crush #3408: Self-Styled Siren. (My swoon for this gorgeous writer never abates fully, but this week she gots me giddy with crush all over again.)

___ Item 2: BE WARNED.
StinkyLulu will likely be going on a mini-hiatus as professional obligations whisk me away to yet another academented fandango. Moreover, my presentation at said fandango has obliged my careful, sustained and repeated screening of movies like this, this, this and especially this -- so I have no idea what mental state I'll actually be in when I finally descend into that fresh pit of academentia. Luckily, I'll be surrounded by friends of StinkyLulu, including the fantabulous Nick and Bluegum (as well as the glorious MsK), while also enjoying the opportunity to finally make the realworld acquaintance of Middento and (dearly departed) QTA. I'm very much looking forward to this trip, though it will mean that postings here in StinkyLuluLand will likely be off their routine a teensy bit.

___ Item 3: PITY ME.
In order to arrive to Item #2 in appropriate time, I will be boarding a "red-eye" flight on Wednesday evening. So what? I'm frankly shocked you even have to ask, lovely reader. This travel schedule (booked months ago) forces me to MISS the broadcast of the Project Runway finale!!! (I know. Can you believe it? MrStinky is still fundamentally peeved about this turn of televisual events.) But, yes, poor little StinkyLulu will be on a plane when the world finds out whether our spritely little sissy prevails in his campaign of fabulous fierceness. (Alas, I have a sneaking suspicion that the teflon princess will snatch the trophy from his fierce little fingers. But never you mind, lovely ones: Ferosha Coutura will not retire quietly into obscurity...her quest for world domination through high fashion will continue to wreak glamorous havoc FOREVER!!!) Watch what happens, beloveds, and know that I'm floating above you all. (Perhaps I'll bump into Elisa while I'm up there.)

___ Item 4: GO COLD TURKEY.
Of course, Item #2 also means that I will be otherwise occupied during the graduation ceremonies of Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew, thus delaying my usually prompt commentary until sometime next week. (I doubt the hotel will have VH1 but, if they do, I'll do my best to pound out a recaplet.) But it'll be ok, dear ones, you can make it without a StinkyLulu appraisal of the Rehabitants's latest adventures with NurseShelly and DrHunk. I know it'll be challenge. But you can do it. Just take things one day at a time.

___ Item 5: CHECK OUT THE HUNK.
Who's the dreamboat at the center of this magazine feature? (I love how the words seem to be just emanating from him. Or rippling from the sheer force of his charisma. Or something... I just love it.) (via Kenneth in the 212)

___ Item 6: SHARE YOUR DEEP DARK ACTRESSEXUAL SECRET.
As Item #2 indicates, I've been spending a good deal of time the last several weeks contemplating the complex concatenation of wonderment that is Raquel Welch. And, after much serious and sustained consideration, I can state confidently -- call the NYT! StinkyLulu's got NEWS! -- the woman is an extraordinarily bad actress. BUT, at the same time, I must also affirm: Raquel Welch is also just fascinating, especially when she's up to no good acting-wise. In this way, she actually reminds me of actresses like Elizabeth Taylor (who's most enthralling when she's teetering on or beyond the verge of appalling) and, as Blog Crush #3408 reminded me this week, of actresses like Gale Sondergaard (of whom I wrote last year, "She's rarely an interesting actress -- but fascinating, she is always that"). So, lovely reader, do tell. Who are your favorite actresses of this brilliantly bad variety. Share your bad-actress fetishes in comments.

Have at it, lovelies!

Lisa Gay Hamilton in Honeydripper (2007) - Supporting Actress Watch

Well, that was a Supporting Actress Sunday to remember. Between the profile, the smackdown, the could and the should poll, as well as the broadcast itself -- 'twas a perfect storm of Tilda. But for all the wonderment of Oscar getting the Supporting Actressness so right this year, it's almost fitting that the one screening I caught this week trained my attention on a 2007 film that flew almost entirely under StinkyLulu's radar. Released in NY & LA on December 28 (making it, I s'pose, ineligible for 2008 award consideration), this poignant revisioning of one of cinema's most hackneyed genres also contains StinkyLulu's first glimpse of brilliant actressing at the edges in 2008, in the form of the radiant work of...

...Lisa Gay Hamilton in Honeydripper (2007).

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Lisa Gay Hamilton plays Delilah Purvis, a hard-working woman in 1950's Alabama. She's the patiently devoted wife (to Danny Glover's PineTop, proprietor of a struggling juke joint); the protective mother (to Yaya DaCosta's -- yeah yeah, that Yaya -- China Doll, a delicate beauty with a heart condition); and the attentive domestic (of Mary Steenburgen's Amanda Winship, a sad wealthy white woman). Yet amidst this bundle of stock character tropes, Hamilton's Delilah is also a complex person with an independent inner life: she's a woman with a discomfiting past, who's anxious about the present and frankly fearful about the future.

Most conspicuously, the film's title refers to the name of PineTop's juke joint, but it seems to me that the title also cues the tone and style of John Sayles's confident filmmaking. Honeydripper is a movie that takes its sweet time to honor its complicated characters as they discover their ability to trust in miracles. Sure, Honeydripper moves slowwwwwwly, its internecine map of distinctive characters sauntering an easy weave with little concern for the film's wisp of a plot. Yes, Honeydripper is also densely sweet. With anyone but Sayles at the helm, this piece would likely make most sense on the Hallmark channel. And it might be easy to fault this film for not moving with a Frank Oz-ian subtlety or with a Chris Columbus-ian nuance. Yet, under Sayles's assured hand, there emerges an artisanal richness in the sweet, a soulful pungency to the slow, which transforms Honeydripper's treacle into something nearly transcendent. Indeed, Honeydripper elevates the formulaic, feel-good music narrative to the realm of a quiet sublime. In Honeydripper, music operates with redemptive power -- as a catalyst for valuing memory, history, futurity, community, and self. And no one character is as attuned to this fact more than Hamilton's Delilah.
When we meet her, Delilah is clinging to life by her fingernails. Outwardly, she's holding it all together -- helping her husband, saving money for her daughter to go to beauty school, working as a domestic in the mayor's home. Yet, inwardly, Delilah's experiencing a crisis of faith. She's literally "between churches" and dutifully attending revival meetings in the sincere hope that she'll hear the call of the spirit. A former nightclub singer, Hamilton's Delilah carries a weight from her past that we never see (is it something to do with the night PineTop supposedly killed a man? is it something to do with China Doll's real father?). But just as we never see Delilah sing, so too do we never see the actual contours of Delilah's past pain. In her meticulously human performance, Hamilton holds Delilah's pent up fears and pains with tender care, allowing us witness their reality while never asking our sympathy. And thereby breaking our heart all the more effectively...
Even more, Delilah's crisis of faith anchors the film's actual climax -- an emotional endoskeleton for the narrative's exoskeleton. As the anxious preparations are underway for the big Saturday night that will either make or break the future of PineTop's Honeydripper club, Hamilton's Delilah is hard at work, cooking in the kitchen, when she discovers that PineTop has raided her secret stash of savings. In a desperate rage, Hamilton's Delilah tears from the kitchen, confronts PineTop about how he's stolen China Doll's future, before she quits the whole thing to go to the revival's last meeting. In a gorgeous sequence of scenes, Sayles permits Hamilton to show the depth of Delilah's determination to find God in the church, as she grimly steps forward to accept salvation. What Sayles and Hamilton craft in this sequence is an elegant portrait of Delilah's spiritual integrity -- she believes in God, and genuinely wants God in her heart, but she can't seem to hear God in her life. As Delilah steps into the aisle, Hamilton -- with a blend of steely determination and vulnerable tenderness -- wordlessly conveys the depth of Delilah's crisis of faith, that it's not her resistance to God, but her resistance to affirming a false testimony with which she struggles.
Of course, this being a feel-good genre picture, Delilah finds her connection to God in a place she might have never have known to look had she not chosen to follow her heart. And with Hamilton's confident, bold performance, Delilah's journey enriches Honeydripper's exuberant, magical finale in ways that open the redemptive power of music for all the film's characters. Lisa Gay Hamilton remains one of the most reliably exceptional actresses working today (though not, to my mind, frequently enough). And her performance in Honeydripper presents an especial opportunity to patiently savor the transcendent marvels of actressing at the edges.

This Week in Supporting Actressness

Judi Dench in Chocolat (2000) on E!
Olympia Dukakis in Moonstruck (1987) on TCM
Andrea Leeds in Stage Door (1937) on TCM
Jean Hagen in Singin' in the Rain (1952) on TCM
Piper Laurie in Carrie (1976) on A&E
Celeste Holm in All about Eve (1950) on TCM

Piper Laurie in Children of a Lesser God (1986) on TCM
Shelley Winters in The Poseidon Adventure (1972) on AMC
Gladys Cooper in Now, Voyager (1942) on TCM
Gladys Cooper in My Fair Lady (1964) on TCM
Renee Zellwegger in Cold Mountain (2003) on USA
Grayson Hall in The Night of the Iguana (1964) on TCM
Nina Foch in Executive Suite (1954) on TCM

5 Stinky Thoughts on Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew - Episode 8: "Graduation"

Each week I offer a quick recaplet on the latest episode of the new VH1 experiment in candid celebreality, Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew. The fun continues this week with episode 8, "Graduation."

Thought #1: How 'Bout That NurseShelly?
Finally, we get the episode we've been craving. 'Twas nearly all NurseShelly all the time -- beginning with gossip in the teacher's lounge, then sitting in on Dr.Drew's declaration in group, before leading the cleanup detail (much to the assholic chagrin of Jaimee and Jessica, not to mention some precious doorslamming from Ricco - see item 2 below) and a group discussion of transition (where Ricco, again, had a precious moment). But that wasn't all: then NurseShelly shared part of her own gruesome story of addiction with the gang and conducted a 1-on-1 bullshit-detector session with Joanie/Chyna. (Though, with her revolving outfits, it seemed clear that the production snagged moments over several days to create this Shelly tribute episode.) For me, along with MrToughLove Bob, NurseShelly always brings a welcome whiff of honesty to the rehabitant shenanigans, and 'twas nice to hunker down into so much real-ish stuff this week with NurseShelly. (But, of course, that made for perhaps the most emotionally intense episode so far -- or was that just me?)

Thought #2: Severe Chronic Assholism, Exhibit G.
Ever the contender, this week's prize has to go to Ricco Rodriguez who more than earns the honor with his rant about "if I believed the statistics." Yeah, dude, we know, you're special. Every addict struggles with terminal uniqueness to some extent but, when a bully like Ricco -- who's inclined to get physical at the slightest provocatiion -- does, it's especially unattractive. But what really cinched Ricco's acknowledgment this week was his cute little performance before he slammed the door on NurseShelly. Nice, Ricco, nice. (Though the scenario also provided what might be the quote of the week: "Why is it little f'n white women wanna f*** with me all the time." Oh Ricco, Ricco, Ricco...)

Thought #3: Moments of Clarity with NurseShelly.
That unmanagability discussion with Joanie/Chyna? Just delightful. Especially in that NurseShelly might have just laid the foundation for Joanie/Chyna to actually "get it" & break through her denial about her own behavior. And then with the brilliantly incongruous line: "A lot of people have accidents. People wake up dead, and they didn't mean to." Part of what I love about Shelly is that, even when she doesn't make sense, she makes total sense. I love NurseShelly.

Thought #4: What I Didn't Need To See.
With Vikki and Jeff out the picture, and with Mary's digestive system apparently adjusting to the food in rehab, we've remarkably few shocking &/or skeevy moments to reflect upon this week. Yet, I must say my "issues" with Jessica flared again this week when Little Missy was (a) trash-talking NurseShelly ("She better take her f'n attitude somewhere else, cuz I'm not gonna deal with it - I haven't done nothing to her" -- except make a big hot drama mess for her to clean up) but especially when she was (b) so awful describing the women who came to talk to her about her mother. I realize she's challenged, threatened, and emotionally vulnerable but it seems so typically Jessica to be so cruelly indignant about other people as a way to situate herself as the righteously aggrieved one in the scenario. (Thank golly for Jessica's sweet, savvy and empathetic gramma who talked Little Missy off her self-aggrandizing victim ledge.) This ep really showed how deeply Jessica's a scared, stubborn creature who's absolutely confident in her beliefs that no one will truly look out for her. It's sad, yes, but also annoying to watch her act out on other people.

Thought #5: Celebrity Rehab's Lessons in Sobriety.
This episode, at some level, is all about one of the most difficult lessons of sobriety: you're never "better" -- maintenance of sobriety takes both daily vigilance and daily diligence. Which is rarely fun. Which is especially tough to accept when, like many of our lovely rehabitants, you've been able to coast on the glory of past accomplishments. It seems to me that the freakouts and meltdowns on all sides this week are mostly about folks' fears about whether these rehabitants are willing and able to do the work necessary to maintain their sobriety. 'Tis a scary proposition, indeed...

But please share your drama in comments, beloveds.
SEE ALSO previous "Stinky Thoughts" on Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew:
Episode 1 ("Intake")
Episode 2 ("Detox")
Episode 3 ("New Arrival")
Episode 4 ("Sex & Trauma")
Episode 5 ("Bye Bye Baldwin")
Episode 6 ("Friends and Family")
Episode 7 ("Retreat")
And be sure to tune in next week for every addict's favorite thing: MORE!!!

(Though please be patient for what will almost certainly be a publication delay, as I will be traveling and might not be able to catch the episode upon first broadcast.)

Moment of Zen - StinkyLulu Style

A quick revisiting of the moment that's singly sustained my spirits through a very grueling week...

How's about a caption contest?
Offer your suggestions in comments.

To Dos Day

___ Item 1: SAY HI FOR ME.
StinkyLulu's got a new blogcrush: Silent-Porn-Star.

___ Item 2: WATCH OUT - THEY'RE ALL GONNA LAUGH AT YOU.
Do yourself a crazytime favor: don't miss this brilliant mashup. StinkyLulu's favorite movie of all time combined with StinkyLulu's favorite afterschool treat, circa 1976? ("Jan, that's TERRIFIC!" Bonus points to anyone who can name which fabulous 1973 animated classic that hostess girl starred in.) I just swoon. (via LadyBunny.)

___ Item 3: DISCOVER THE TRUTH, AT LAST.
StinkyLulu's new favorite site -- Stuff White People Like -- is chock full of enlightenment. Of particular relevance is an explanation #74, which details why some white people really love Oscar parties. And if you're interested in further nuances of whiteness, Racialicious points your attention to the interviews with the whitebrain behind Stuff White People Like at Assimilated Negro. As the whitest woman alive might say, good times.

___ Item 4: READ CAREFULLY.
Just checkin' to see if you're actually reading. I got nothing. Move along to #5..

___ Item 5: SHADOWBOX WITH ME & MACY.
The results are in for the BORN IN 1967 polling. Seems someone down under really wanted me to look at Macy Gray in 2005's Shadowboxer, and so 'tis. I hope to have time enough to look at least one or two other perfs from our 1967 babies (prolly one from the top 4, and maybe the one that's most piqued my curiosity): so if you were pulling for someone else there's still hope.

___ Item 6: GET READY.
My "donations" to Nathaniel's recent fundraiser (3 Supporting Actress Profiles as well as the "naming opportunity" for April's Smackdown) were "awarded" within 12 or so hours of their announcement. You go! Which means we have a few treats to look forward to. We're still sorting the details of the Supporting Profiles but, thanks to Patty Clarkson fan Chris Drew, we'll be able to lavish ourself with a special "overlooked" profile of Ms. Clarkson's turn as Olivia Harris in 2003's The Station Agent sometime in March. AND, thanks to the thoughtful and generous consideration of George, throughout April, we'll review actressing at the edges by Grace Kelly, Geraldine Page, Marjorie Rambeau, Donna Reed and Thelma Ritter -- or the Best Supporting Actresses of 1953. A truly excellent roster to kick off the 3rd (!) year of Supporting Actress Sundays. Of course, this also means we now know the year for our next "Born In" series. So, lovely reader, which 1953 babies do you like best for the next BORN IN contest? Please do share your suggestions -- actress and performance of the last 10 years -- in comments.

Have at it, lovelies!

Supporting Actress Smackdown - 2007

The Year is...

2007

And the Smackdowners for the 80th Annual Academy Awards are...

ADAM WALDOWSKI of The Oscar Completist
BROOKE CLOUDBUSTER of Boy on Film
JAMES HENRY of Rants of a Diva
JS C of He Thinks He's A God
NICK DAVIS of Nick's Flick Picks
with
yours truly, STINKYLULU.

2007's Supporting Actresses are...
(Each Smackdowner's comments are arranged according to ascending levels of love. Click on the nominee's name/film to see StinkyLulu's Supporting Actress Sunday review.)

Cate Blanchett in I'm Not There

JAMES HENRYBlanchett’s definitely startling and exciting, but not necessarily in a good way. She’s so mannered and exaggerated that, with the way she tacked on “man” to the end of every sentence, for awhile I thought Jeff Bridges in full-on Dude mode had also been hired to play Dylan. It wasn’t until her final scene, where she drops all the mannerisms and pretense and offers that enigmatic smile, that I finally saw a real human being.
JS C A swell inhabitation of the Dylan persona she is chosen to work
with, Technical Cate once again displays her tremendous ability to
create interest though not always emotional attachment (fondness
maybe) in a showcase role. Also, that last smile? A great touch of
"thank you for watching."
STINKYLULU It’s often fascinating to observe Blanchett sculpt the humanoid contours of this enthralling, startling and infuriating creature. A technically spectacular performance that remains an expert, but curiously soulless, concoction.
NICK I see Stinky’s point in his earlier post that this performance could have used some richer emotional chords, even taking into account the jackass/cipher traits of the role. Still, Blanchett is playful, smart, subtle, and technically exquisite—not just as a mimic, but as the architect of an uncanny and insinuating character that’s very much her own.
BROOKE CLOUDBUSTER Effortlessly funny and ultimately unique performance. Blanchett goes far past the genderbending baity aspects that the role might provide and dives into the nitty-gritty of this character; s/he becomes a force to be reckoned with on the screen.
ADAM Only Blanchett or Streep could have elevated this beyond a caricature or gimmick. Her gait, voice, and demeanor don't just express masculinity, they implore it. Rather than impersonating, she's explores the psyche of a supremely egotistical Dylan circa Don't Look Back that's an enigmatic, charismatic tour de force.

TOTAL: 22s

Ruby Dee in American Gangster

JS CSLAP! That's all. The rest? Quite adequate.
ADAMShe's going to slap the hell out of me, but Dee, with her unbelievably limited screentime, is left standing after Denzel's two vanity projects fell flat. Still, she surely wonders how a slap and a hug got her this far. Mama Lucas appears like an unfinished sketch--or with those expressions, why not say cartoon?
NICKMy eye went right to her, and she did more with her scenes than she needed to: I love the slightly foggy air in which she hides her skepticism and disappointment—until, at last, she doesn’t. But, simply, this isn’t major work.
JAMES HENRYI have to concede that the bitch slap heard ‘round the world is quite fantastic, but this is one of those blink-and-you’ll-miss-them roles which nothing can really be done with and is only elevated by Dee’s legendary status.
STINKYLULUBrief but brilliant. Dee’s efficiently crafted character arc – a mother’s proud devotion curdling into despairing disappointment – goes far to provide the only emotional mooring for this lumbering film. (And while the slap might be more memorable, that first scene about the bedroom set remains proof that this is real, substantial actressing.)
BROOKE CLOUDBUSTER A very small performance that leaves a large impact when you leave the film. Dee's natural gravitas and acting talent impresses, even if we really wanted more of it.

TOTAL: 11s

Saoirse Ronan in Atonement

ADAMGarai and Redgrave give considerably better performances and that's because they're evolving from Ronan, who's limited to her deadpan stare and shrill, wavering voice. Only 13 years old, any nuance escapes Ronan who stoops to playing the spoiled child... and nothing more.
BROOKE CLOUDBUSTERRonan makes the unwise choice of playing the character like an adult would play it; not as the child actually Briony actually is. On top of that, the performance is too fussy and bland for the gravitas this role demands.
NICKI find her very well cast in terms of “type” but also very directed, frequently rigid, and in ways that obscure or flatten Briony as often as they reveal her. Better than lots of kids would have done, sure. But where oh where is Bonita Granville? (Or what’s-her-name, also in These Three, whom everyone on this blog revered so intensely. [ed's note: That would be Marcia Mae Jones.)
STINKYLULUI admire Ronan’s ability to score the cracks in Briony’s self-insulating certitude, how that work routes the paths followed by the subsequent (more exhilarating) Brionys. A deftly directed performance by an exceptionally talented young actor.
JS C Precocious control of her physical self. Those subtle facial
adjustments in an otherwise powdered glacial front conveys
unimaginable change and turmoil. The next Tilda Swinton? Possibly.
Yeah, I wrote it.
JAMES HENRY While I fear that, vocally, many other child actors could have done this role with just as much conviction as Ronan, what sets her apart in my mind is her commitment to detail in every other aspect of the character: the 90 degree turns while walking, whacking to grass with her stick, the rehearsal scene with her cousins.

TOTAL: 14s

Amy Ryan in Gone Baby Gone

JS CYou can tell she must have been having a ball with that accent and,
while she tries to blend – then break through – the visual ugly of the
movie, the performance reaches a point of over-reliance on said
technique. You can't tell whether she really chooses to
play it this two-dimensionally or whether that really was just the role.
NICK A Mike Leigh performance—lived-in, vivid, mannered, and a little unpredictable—but with a coarser director at the helm, and an actress with a less sure sense of how much might be too much for the intimate camera and the giant screen. Oscillates between tough insights and garish speculation.
JAMES HENRY With a character as ugly as Helene McCready, it would have been easy for Ryan to try and soften her up a bit, make her a little more human. Instead, much to her credit and actorly instincts, she shoves Helene’s flaws right in our face and makes this monster mother more memorable.
STINKYLULU Ryan’s Helene is a perfectly hideous narcissist. A monstrous phantom crafted with clarity, ease and a wicked Boston accent – vivid, haunting, effective.
BROOKE CLOUDBUSTER Ryan completely makes the film her own. She nails the emotional core of the character within the histrionics, an incredible accomplishment in itself. Special note must be given to her line-readings; each dripping with the sheer essence of this character.
ADAM As a white trash crack whore single mother, Ryan has (to say the least) an intensely unlikable character. However, she alternates between self-serving bitch to loving mom with fluidity and depth. In a morally ambiguous film, Ryan's the piece that makes it nearly impossible to decide where your sympathies lie.

TOTAL: 21s

Tilda Swinton in Michael Clayton

ADAMSwinton benefits most from the absurd final scene that all of Michael Clayton builds up to, but even then she's in bad form, channeling too much into every glance and movement. It's nice to see her finally recognized by Oscar. Too bad it's for the least distinctive performance of her career.
JS C What is it about Tilda Swinton's body that her voice only seems to
be a bonus in the performance? This melting conduit of Michael
Clayton's staid urban fairytale perfectly reflects what it means
to be living in such a world: a beautifully constructed creature in
ill-fitting corporate (& corpse) skin with a voice that
cannot convincingly be distinguished between façade and emotion.
BROOKE CLOUDBUSTER The best performance in this category for some time. Without any fluff; this is a masterclass. Swinton makes Karen into so much more than she is on the page; getting into the character's each flaw and quality perfectly.
JAMES HENRY Swinton could have copped out with this performance since it seems that the character was thrown in as an afterthought, but instead she nailed it, showing the vulnerable and twitchy side of a corporate ball-buster with those daring sweat stains, the bewitching rehearsal scenes and her utter horror at the lack of control in the final scene.
STINKYLULU Where most actresses would have mined the workaholic Karen Crowder for her humanizing idiosyncrasies, Swinton dives to the piteous depths of the corporate automaton’s depleted soul. Technically pristine work, with a frighteningly human edge – some of the best work the category’s seen in years.
NICK Knows exactly (unlike Ryan) how much the camera will catch, makes rigidity work as an essential character point (unlike Ronan), lingers in more of the movie than she’s actually in (unlike Dee), and suffuses emotional thrums of sorrow, striving, and anxiety throughout an otherwise technical performance (more fully than Blanchett does). Superior in every respect, and also in specific ways to all four of the competing performances.

TOTAL: 27s

The SMACKDOWNERs are clear:

But we must be content
to wait until later this evening
to discover Oscar's Choice...

UPDATED TO ADD:
And lo - behold - OSCAR agrees!
Tilda Swinton in Michael Clayton is
The Best Supporting Actress of 2007!

For their part, the Smackdowners
were/are divided in their predictions.

Nick and JS C think it'll go to Tilda. Nick observes that Michael Clayton is "the most admired movie...and more people seem to have 'discovered' the performance as awards season has trundled onward" while JS C notes that Tilda's "the only strong Clayton nominee in any category and the Academy must 
recognize Clooney." Adam and Brooke, on the other hand, are calling the race for Cate. While Adam claims Cate's win with the passion of a true believer ("Though the Weinstein Company took a sure thing this season and let it morph into the most unpredictable category, I think -- and pray -- Cate Blanchett will win") Brooke's a little more resigned to the statistical inevitability of Blanchett snagging at least one trophy tonight ("Few double nominees go home with nothing. It's the sad truth, and not even the respect for Dee or the critic's praise of Ryan can change that"). For his part, James Henry is going with the "sentimental vote" and calling the race for Ruby. As for me, I don't have a clue. I suspect Cate'll snag it (they almost had it engraved for her six months ago), though Ruby might just upset things. I somehow don't think it's Tilda's to take but I'd love to see it happen. All in all, I'm just giddy that my beloved category -- after a couple bouts of inevitability -- is actually a wide open race. So, I'll just go out on a limb and predict Saoirse to win. Wouldn't that grab some attention for our beloved actresses at the edges of 2007?!

BUT, lovely reader, what do YOU think?
Share your thoughts, opinions and predictions
below in comments.
(And do vote in today's pre-show polls at right.)