The fact is that over the last two weeks, which is when I arrived and pitched my tent in New York, it’s become clear that elite Los Angeles journos have been or will be seeing some of the hot end-of-the-year films — Revolutionary Road, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Gran Torino — before their counterparts in New York. It rankles in particular that the L.A. gang saw Button today (and would have seen it two days ago if that technical projection snafu hadn’t occured) and that some of them are having fluttering whipped-cream orgasms as they write about it, and me and my New Yorker pallies won’t see it until Monday. Not the end of the world, but it would be a tad nicer if both coasts could see each and every Oscar-baiter at more or less the same time, just to keep things even-steven.