Ever wished you could lick Leo DiCaprio's cheek? Whisper sweet nothings in Helen Mirren's ear? Our sister site Slashfood pointed the way over to Eleni's Bakery in NYC where you can order a cabooble of celebrity sweets for your Oscar-watching bash. The cookies are a little on the spendy side -- $58.50 gets you either the Best Actor or Best Actress set. Each gets you 16 cookies -- three cookies of each of the five nominees plus a "sealed envelope" cookie. You can also get the Hollywood Quotes set or the Best Picture set.

These are some nice-looking cookies, and frankly, I'm not sure if I spent over $60 (counting shipping) to get them, that I'd let anyone eat else them. I get protective over my favorite Girl Scout cookies when the supply runs low, and those Samoas are only $4 a box. So maybe I'd freeze the Best Actors in a gilded box, carefully individually wrapped in vacuum-sealed freezer bags. The hard part would be deciding who to eat first, and in what order. I'm thinking I'd eat all three of the winners cookies in one mad celebratory moment on Oscar night, along with the sealed envelope. As for the runners-up, I'd eat one Best Actor nominee a month, while soaking in a candlelit, lavender-scented bath, and drinking a White Russian.

Which nominee would you most like to nibble? And would you spend that kind of dough to have these cookies at your Oscar party?

• Capote - Truman Capote spent five years researching In Cold Blood - the book that would be his last - and sophomore director Bennett Miller's film is a telling and rather literate fly-on-the-wall dramatization of that time. The biggest appeal is Philip Seymour Hoffman's bravura Oscar-winning performance as the eccentric author, which he takes beyond mere affectation and into full-on obsession as Capote's research into the 1959 murders of a Kansas family consumes him in every way. It is nice to see professional seether Catherine Keener in another nice-gal role, here as Capote friend and soon-to-be To Kill A Mockingbird scribe (Nell) Harper Lee. Miller and writer Dan Futterman (adapting Gerald Clarke's book) do not quite commit to a direction for the story, and humanizing killer Perry Smith (a dependable Clifton Collins Jr.) is time unwisely spent, though Hoffman, who also produced, sees that we remember the film for other reasons.

David Carr, aka The Carpetbagger, has this great show where he takes it to the streets, polling real people about their opinions on important subjects, like, for instance, the Oscars. If you generally think of New Yorkers as surly and unfriendly, just try taking a videocamera to Times Square and asking people their opinion - all of a sudden people who probably wouldn't turn off their permanently installed iPods long enough to say "howdy" on the subway become downright chatty. I especially love the ones who try to sound like Roger Ebert.

Anyhow, in the latest segment of The Carpetbagger, Carr, armed with his trusty prop (a posterboard with the nominee's photos gluesticked to it) finds it's all about Heath Ledger and Philip Seymour Hoffman - the rest of the nominees might as well stay home, trim their nosehair, and take a nice, long bubblebath. As an added bonus, see Carr get excited to meet The Carpetbagger's first official fan!

Matt Damon Hilary Swank makes her first crying-husband-less awards show appearance since pre-90210 to present Best Actor. It seems like there's an awful lot of clapping for Terrence Howard ...

But Philip Seymour Hoffman takes it, and all I can say is: ugh. Fine performance, but what a nothing film. Heath Ledger and Terrence Howard both gave performances this year that not only changed their own respective careers – they took characters that could have easily slipped into ciphers and turned them into icons. So, heavy sighs from the Cinematical camp on this one – let's hope AMPAS gets it right.

No one is surprised that Joaquin Phoenix won Best Actor for Walk the Line. What is surprising, as he points out, is that it happened in the Comedy or Musical category - "Who would have thought?"

Meanwhile, John Travolta conflates nominee Pierce Brosnan with Charles Brosnan, thus screwing up one or another's Google juice for at least 24 hours.

The members of the Broadcast Film Critics Association were so impressed by the way Peter Jackson, Andy Serkis, and the King Kong Effects Wizards brought life to their star that a lot of them reportedly felt that the creature should win their best actor award. Sadly, someone told them they weren't allowed to vote for a giant, fake ape, even if his acting was better than that of most of the humans in the running. Instead, the organization created the Distinguished Achievement in Performing Arts Award specifically to recognize Kong for the "astonishing way in which he expresses love, lust, humor and rage in the tradition of the finest human actors."

On one hand, this seems silly - the creature doesn't even exist, right? On the other, though, it's probably about time that we recognize the power of technology to create three-dimensional, fully "human" characters. The award will be presented to Serkis, animation director Christian Rivers, animation supervisor Joe Letteri and Kong himself (who will appear in brand spanking new footage) at the BFCA's Critics' Choice Awards event next month.