Did you hear? Cher is tweetin' mad over Burlesque's failure to get an Oscar nomination for Best Song. The song won a Golden Globe, if that means anything, and there's no denying that the Oscar ceremony would've been enhanced by a live performance by Cher, so the snub's actually pretty snubby. (But Cher's really not that mad. She just acknowledged the lack of a nomination via Twitter, and seemed quite wise and placid about it all.)

Meanwhile, Joan Rivers is impressively concise about the Academy's failure to nominate Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work for Best Documentary: "What assholes."

Speaking of things that actually got nominated, I watched Winter's Bone, the gritty Ozark noir which is up for Best Picture and Best Actress. It was good, Jennifer Lawrence was really good, and the whole thing was a really engrossing spin on classic film noir. For me, most of the "fun" was watching our young heroine put through the classic paces of a noir protagonist—the decisive "We warned you!" clobbering, the revelatory drugging—all of it set in a blasted-out, poverty-stricken stretch of the Ozark Mountains, and incongruously but successfully featuring a heroine who is nothing but admirable. (Also gratifying: Getting to see Dale Dickey—most widely known for her role as Patty the Daytime Hooker on My Name Is Earl—deploy her talents in the service of drama. Also, the film's presentation of poor white gender negotiations is impressively scary.)

The moral: Don't wait for the inevitable triple-X parody—see Winter's Bone now!