I like Oscars that go a little crazy. And not in those golly-gee speeches where someone -- say, Anne Hathaway (the inevitable winner tonight) -- reacts with such feigned shock that she giddily exhibits an actorly, cute-as-a-button manic depressive episode.

Now that his first comeback movie has seriously bombed, what's next for Arnold Schwarzenegger?

I look at the new action movies coming out, and I have to wonder: Where's our new Lee Marvin? The manly man, the bad guy turned good guy, the guy who's so ugly he's almost beautiful, the guy who takes no prisoners?

Today marks the centennial of director Elia Kazan's birth, and doubtless Hollywood will soon be giving us souped-up special editions of his finest film work, if they haven't already.