Frost/Nixon

There's nothing wrong with Frost/Nixon but I refuse to believe that it (or The Reader for that matter) is more deserving of a place on the Oscar shortlist than The Dark Knight, and especially that Ron Howard's direction is more impressive than Christopher Nolan's. It's that time of the year when the word "worthy" springs to mind as yet another awards contender is released. Despite impressive impersonations of the two protagonists, I actually wanted to see more of those consummate scene stealers Oliver Platt and Sam Rockwell. They possessed an energy lacking elsewhere. I kept hoping that one or both would really shout at the self-obsessed Frost to goad him into action. The film itself is solid, well-made, well-acted and it passes a couple of hours, but it left me totally unmoved.