The biggest snub of this year may have been Almodovar. The highly talented filmmaker of Volver received rave reviews and awards (Best Film-National Board of Review; Best Screenplay & Actress-Cannes Film Festival; Centerpiece-New York Film Festival) before he got shanked in the men's bathroom of the Kodak Theater. I won't even get into the reasons why this is wrong. just watch the movie, read the reviews and look at the guy's resume.
Sure, he may look like the crazy Spanish half-brother of David Lynch, but is that any reason for the Academy to duck behind a corner and snap his neck as he walks by the theater door?
Again, it's like Joe Barry Carroll starting in an All-Star game with Hakeem and Kareem on the bench. Something is wrong here. Have you ever been with a group of friends and one of them talks about how great a restaurant is, and when you finally go, you end up scratching your head when you leave, because it was just Applebee's good? Or you mention how you think a certain restaurant has the best Mexican in town, only to have said friend argue that your place is terrible? You look at him and say, "Wait—we're talking about the same place, right? How can this be?" Well, it was that way when I heard that Volver and Almodovar got shafted: Disbelief—followed by anger—followed by, "there's no other explanation, they're soulless retards."
