Has autism become passé? Dustin Hoffman rode it to a Best Actor Oscar in 1988 by playing someone with roughly the same affect and self-direction as Ben Braddock. Leonardo DiCaprio got a Best Supporting nomination in '93 for What's Eating Gilbert Grape. Sean Penn got a nomination in '01 for I am Sam.
So why no love for Sigourney Weaver? Ignoring the ridiculousity of Carrie-Ann Moss's character staying in that podunk for 12 years instead of moving to the city (and it *is* ridiculous; that desperately required some explanation, even a throwaway line that gives us something to cling to while we suspend disbelief), this is a good little film in which Weaver succeeds at portraying a more difficult character than Raymond Babbitt. It's not like the Academy was full up at the Best Actress slot; they gave a nomination to Meryl Streep for the Devil Wears Prada! And yes, I love watching Meryl Streep, and she's having a ton of fun in Prada, but it's not more worthy of a Best Actress nomination than Sigourney Weaver in Snow Cake.
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