The summer is over. I can feel it in almost every phone call I’ve made over the past four or five days. Everyone’s talking about September, about the Toronto Film Festival, about fall slates, Oscar campaigns, possible Oscar contenders either dropping out or being added, etc. The first viewings of Miami Vice and Lady in the Water will happen next week, there’s Snakes on a Plane on the way and ComicCon happens later this month, but the turn-your- brain-off, cruise-along, what’s-the-next-idiot movie-we-have-to-see? summer mindset is just about done. I realize it sounds silly to write off the seven weeks remaining between now and Labor Day, but mid-July is when the Oscar campaigns start to be formulated and when journalists start to disengage from You, Me and Dupree-type films and look forward to more nutritious fare.