Oh it’s been a huge televisual feast this last week alright. Last night it was the Baftas where we witnessed in the starry audience Avatar Director James Cameron surrounded by a territorial army of acolytes and flunkies. His retinue of minions picked up a couple of the early cheap awards for best lipstick and best outrageous skin colouring on an imaginary animated animal. And didn’t he look smug as he and new trophy wife anticipated an avalanche of Baftas falling into his arms. He doesn’t normally do less than 7 gongs at these events don’cha know? That’s to enable him to deliver the longest, most excruciating, humility-free acceptance speech where he praises every one of his many talents. Sadly Cameron was trumped by his ex-wife and fellow Director Kathryn Bigelow who garnered six of the big awards for her film The Hurt Locker. Cameron’s faced looked as tightly-pinched as a cat’s a**ehole as he bravely clapped (very slowly) whilst Biggers went up to collect HIS, sorry her, awards for Best Director and Best Film. Don’t you just feel proud to be awkward-arse British? Perfidious Albion, I love you. Continue reading
A bit of a cynical headline I guess but 3 more gongs for the unlikely lads at the National Television Awards the other night. I’m sure the voting was all above board this time because they are just everybody’s favourite presenters aren’t they? All that talent, so little height. If ever there was a misnomer for an event it has to be the NTA don’t you think? Continue reading
Is it just me or is the quality of UK soaps sinking fast into an abyss of awfulness. Eastenders is just grim watching. Nothing amusing ever happens unless Ian Beale’s called upon to do something dramatic. The other week I witnessed a plot-line which saw a pregnant non-married young woman acting as surrogate for a pair of Walford yuppies, kidnapped by the woman doctor who was one of the surrogacy benefactors, tied to a bed with handcuffs and threatenned with having the womb slit open and the baby snatched from her. Now I may have got a bit of the story wrong but not a lot. It’s not exactly light and frivollous is it? And the story-lines seem to run for ever. I catch an episode every month or so but I’m sure Phil (lookie likey pasta paulie 5 points) the bruiser Mitchell was going out with the psychopathic woman torturing his little rabbit of a kid, before we went to Italy. R tells me it’s all coming to a head at the moment. Wow; Italy has witnessed 4 changes of government and 3 eruptions of Mt Etna and won a World Cup in the meantime. Mamma mia.