Nominees for the Academy Awards were announced today, which is either a total bore parade or an outrage-inducing annual occurrence, depending on your perspective of course. Generally we here at Reel Psyched (i.e. me) could care less about some gilded relic from Old Hollywood, a yearly spectacle that has become so much worse since the invention of HD television, something that has enabled throngs of unlucky viewers to clearly see the sweaty pores and close-to-bursting seams barely holding those half-dead, half-plastic polymer living, breathing action figures and laser-cut voodoo dolls together.
