In the beginning, things were Golden

HFPA has thrown down the gauntlet, which means that rusty cogs of the awards season have been oiled and put into motion.

Okay, sure, the LA critics awards are considered the true opening bell of American awards season, but there's no point in arguing the start date based on something that isn't televised (didn't those nice people in Venice already show Good Night, and Good Luck. and Brokeback Mountain the love, after all?).

The point is: the nominations are out. They've been out for two days, folks! Two! That's enough time for you, as I did, to say things like "Hoffman Capote?" "Really? Johnny Depp?" or even "I'm pulling for you, Mary Louise! Take those bitches down!"

So, time for you to throw down as well. Does Phoenix have a lock? Could this be the long promised comeback year for Woody Allen?

More importantly, which star is most likely to wear something extravagantly awful? Or behave in a completely ungracious Annette Benning kind of way? Let's be completely speculative and mean!

Yes, I will be posting about movies again sometime soon. Movies, plural. Keep yer pants on.