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At 8:30PM (following a half-hour red carpet special), the 80th Annual Academy Awards ceremony will begin, finally putting an end to the "There Will Be Oscar" or "Oscar Country for Old Men" type headlines.

Robert Altman, maverick film director, died on Monday night in Los Angeles. He was 81 years old.

is not a romantic novel, even though it’s all about romance. And even the true love triumphs. And even if it makes some of its sappier readers cry. Love Walked In is as much about romance as life itself is. Which is a good recommendation for a novel. Yes, it starts with the perfect man walking through the door, just like in the movies. But a couple other people walk through the same door, and unlike the movie, the story doesn’t end where love starts.

A week after Curbed (and the Tribeca Tribune) covered the future 10,000 square foot Tribeca house that's supposed to be very a humble little family that couldn't resist a good deal (a good deal with you gots millions), the NY Post takes up the story. Which makes Gothamist wonder if the Schnall family and their architect are trying to win over the court of public opinion, if not the Landmarks Preservation Commission, in trying to add a huge structure to the buliding where No Moore once was. But this trend towards 10,000 square foot family homes is nothing new: An East Village building is trying to evict its tenants to make a crazy mansion!

(1959). Tickets only cost $5.50 (what a steal for a movie in Manhattan!) and the live pre-show event starts promptly at 7 pm.

The weather is a mixed bag this weekend as we stick around the city this weekend (we're glad we won't need to follow Gawker's rules of conduct for getting to the Hamptons - we've seen people getting on and off the Jitney and it looks worse than the school bus we had to take). We've been trying to think of what we want to do, and have come up with some ideas that we'd like to share:

Matthew Rose, Wall Street Journal

Pico Iyer's essay about how Hollywood has been slowly steering away from Hollywood endings mentions recent films like Cold Mountain, Lost in Translation, House of Sand and Fog, and Mystic River as having darker or less resolved endings. But, as Iyer acknowledges, the tradition can be seen with Gone with the Wind or Casablanca. Which made Gothamist wonder what are the endings that linger more: Seeing Vincent Vega walk end Pulp Fiction alive (versus dead, had the film run sequentially) or James Stewart, left alone, the woman he loves dying twice, at the end of Vertigo? Hannibal Lecter getting away at the end of The Silence of the Lambs or Thelma and Louise getting away but not quite? Dorothy back at the farm in the Wizard of Oz or most anything Ingmar Bergman makes? For what it's worth, Gothamist loves seeing Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant get together in a romantic comedy as much as we love seeing Woody Allen and Diane Keaton fall apart.

Proving that Hotlanta only means hot in temperature, the Atlanta Journal-Constitution ran a picture of the Britney and Madonna on its front page and the readers freaked out. Letters from readers, plus the managing editor's statement that it probably wasn't the best decisionto run it Page A1, are here [via Romenesko's Media News]. One reader's letter asks an interesting question:

There's a new restaurant in what is arguably one of the sexiest buildings in the city, if you're into glass, steel and High Modernism with International Style. The Times reports that a 130-seat restaurant with a "honeycombed" interior will be opening at the back of the courtyard plaza of Lever House, Gordon Bunshaft's "corporate modernist" masterpiece.

Hipsters and indie rock fans (Gothamist is not sure if these are the same people; working on the Venn diagram), rejoice: I Am Trying To Break Your Heart is on DVD today. The Sam Jones directed documentary of Wilco recording Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was critically well-received. But of course, you hipsters and indie rock fans don't care and already know the documentary is good.

As a hopeless cinephile, I feel that the year I spend watching movies is like having a crush on some unattainable person. It makes me feel alive, with all the planning and dreaming and effort I put into it, and somehow, even when I see a bad movie, it’s okay, because it’s one of the knocks I take in wishing that maybe this in time, after paying $10+ for a movie, it might reward my desperate passion with an enlightening moment that can transcend time and place. (For the record, that includes Owen Wilson’s goofiness, Katharine Hepburn trying to hit Cary Grant, and the way Christopher Doyle moves a camera.)