Dismayed to discover a bear behind at the Baftas

I’ve never seen the attraction of awards events on TV. Especially when there is a new episode of Endeavour and a new series of Homeland starting on the other channels at the same time. So it wasn’t hard for me to give the Baftas a miss on Sunday night. There’s only so much confected hysteria I can take. And it’s all so predictable. First the shots of stars, whose faces are vaguely familiar, but whose names all too often escape me, arriving on the red carpet.

Then a celeb – sometimes two – come on stage to read out the list of nominations in a particular category to be followed by a 30-second trailer of each film, before the breathless winner appears to say how grateful he or she is to everyone involved.

Repeat for three hours. I can see people in the film industry care about the awards, but I can’t imagine anyone else really gives much of a toss if Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri edges out The Shape of Water, so why it’s considered essential TV by so many escapes me.

That said, when I looked through the list of winners the following day, I couldn’t help feeling Paddington 2 had been robbed. For me, that was by far the most enjoyable film of last year. And the only one, apart from Three Billboards, that I didn’t have a quiet snooze in.

Source: theguardian