The BAFTA awards were WAY MORE interesting than the Oscars this year.
So, whilst Oscar compeer Ellen DeGeneres cracked silly jokes and vacuumed people’s feet, compeer Ross Jonathan, a film reviewer by profession (amongst other things), delivered such clever lines, which were extremely well-informed, not to mention, a delightful mix of raw sarcasm and humour.
He expressed how cultural nuances and local humour are lost in translation due to shitty sub-titles and how since, he happens to be a huge fan of Asian cinema, The Departed, which won several awards, was an inferior remake of the original, a Hong Kong film called ‘Infernal Affairs’. Or something to that effect.
On a lighter note, he described one of the award-givers, this blonde Brit actress as one of those women who look sexy in anything. Not surprisingly, she walked on to the stage wearing the strangest looking gown ever. And yes, she still looked like a million bucks.
He also discovered, since the release of the movie, that the Queen (of England), besides all her worthy attributes, is supersexy too.
Aamir Khan gave away an award along with a Brit actress, whilst most obviously reading out his lines from the tele-prompter, in staccato mode. The camera panned for a brief second to Ronnie Screwwala, the big boss of UTV, which produced Rang De Basanti, starring Ammir Khan. Is it coincidence or serendipity, that both these gentlemen were present?
Ann V Coates, a film editor who was awarded a lifetime award-type, gave a fantastic speech, not forgetting to mention how one who gets to look hotties like George Clooney and Robert Redford in the eye, cannot enjoy her job.
The venue for the BAFTAs was the scintillating Royal Opera House, and I mean it was scintillating. On top of the stage, was mounted a humongous replication of the BAFTA award, a golden mask.
The ceiling had a mirror. Hence, it felt like there were two BAFTAs, one on the floor and the other on the ceiling. Thus creating a dramatic effect.
And yet amidst such grandeur, there was immensely humility in that there were no sexy gown-clad gals whose primary job it is to look sexy, whilst waiting for the award-givers to announce the names of the winners, before handing the statuette to them to be given away to the awardees. No sir-ry.
Here, the award-givers had to walk onto the stage bearing the weight of the BAFTA award, themselves.
