The Seven Reasons To See "Julie & Julia" Post.

1. It helps redeem Nora Ephron after scripting the overrated When Harry Met Sally... (and after what she did to Bewitched).

2. Amy Adams's performance, which more than makes up for Meryl Streep's overpraised comic turn (was the real Julia Child really the spiritual ancestor of Gladys from Sesame Street?).

3. Stanley Tucci as Mr. Child.

4. Alexandre Desplat's music.

5. The food!

6. The warmth and appeal it's full of.

7. Amy Adams lying face down on her bed in denim jeans, and later lying down in a shirt and nothing else. Does she even know how sexy she is?

The I Didn't Feel The Earth Move Under My Feet Post.

The UK had its biggest earthquake in 25 years yesterday at around 1 am. It woke Sharon up (the epicentre was far from London, but the tremors got down here), but it didn't wake me up. I sleep fairly soundly when I can. Fortunately nobody was killed (Britain is not earthquake central).

More immediately obvious to me; Sky One's Oscars red carpet show was pissed on from roughly the height of the moon by E!'s (you go, Ryan Seacrest!). The main attraction itself was not one of the great ceremonies, but no complaints about the Alba (even if she had drawn the "Tech Oscars roundup presented by a world-class hottie" slot previously filled by the likes of Jennifer Garner, Charlize Theron and Salma Hayek - safe to say Cate Blanchett and Tilda Swinton will never do it), Marion Cotillard, Penelope Cruz, the aforementioned Mrs. Affleck, or Amy Adams.



Score Oscar presenter, performer, and centrepiece of the most memorable part of Charlie Wilson's War (along with Philip Seymour Hoffman's rant of course). Strutting down the hall with a letter, her red ponytail waving, her bottom twitching under her dress, a knowing smile on her face...

I have to go now.