The Oscar nominations come out today (in the usual stilted, interminable announcement, while reporters across the world scream "just send us a bloody list!" at the screen) and it's looking very good for Oppenheimer, inevitably.
In a year when a film full of men talking about physics is by far the biggest deal (and in which the movie's two women, who lit it up like an atom bomb during their very limited screentime, have been paid very little attention) it seems likely that the awards are going to be a bit of a sausage-fest. Again.
