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Brooklyn Nine-Nine 4.10 AKA the Christmas episode – I never expected to find myself in so much charity with Scully, but I prefer singing carols to most other festivities.
Otherwise, they did possibly run too much with Charles’s inappropriate lines, but I chuckled throughout at Holt’s competitiveness, Gina discovering Hamilton…the police officer for Nikolaj was a sweet save. I don’t have much to say, I was quite tired while watching it.
The BAFTAs – if I were in charge of an awards show, I would insist on seating Meryl Streep in the front row, as her reactions to most things - starting with the acrobats, because just as I was starting to wonder about the stars overdoing the Botox - I exempt Amy Adams and Simon Pegg who were clearly enjoying it - Meryl Streep and her inner child reacted properly. Otherwise, I would like to imagine all the Cirqe de Soleil people going to see all these lauded movies stony faced. Streep and her sleeves were worthy of mention.
Amy Adams won on the earrings front (unless if I see evidence otherwise) and Viola Davies in blue was the best dressed woman on the stage, when most of the women went for black tulle or weird patterns.
Some surprises – although I’d point out that Dev Patel is English, which may have swayed votes his way. I feel bad for keeping pushing going to see Lion back because I want to see other stuff more.
The ‘rising star’ award was one vote where the British public did the predictable and gave it to the young’un in the big blockbuster i.e. the person in the film they’d heard of (Ruth Negga got the awkward nominated for this and an Oscar bing). Ah well, Tom Holland was more charming and professional than Jack O’Connell was that time. (Either Andrew Garfield went to the toilet or the director restrained themselves.)
It felt weird that they applauded after the In Memorium section, but the young cello player (playing Hallelijah, of course) was very good – though I didn’t love the accompanying arrangement. Anton Yelchin’s youth was shocking among the rest of the people being remembered, though.
I enjoyed Dornan and Spall ribbing each other. Most of the presenters seemed nervous, although a spruced up Hugh Grant got a very warm welcome.
It tots up to quite the spread, although La La Land won most of the awards that counted, but not all. Although I think some critical points have had merit in the backlash, I still think it deserves a lot of its awards.
I cheered when I saw Arrival had won for sound, at least. And then, being a woman of my age, I got miffed the Julia Stiles presented an award that wasn’t important enough for the main action.
By the by, The Lego Batman Movie is the Batman movie we need right now – it’s very, very funny.
Otherwise, they did possibly run too much with Charles’s inappropriate lines, but I chuckled throughout at Holt’s competitiveness, Gina discovering Hamilton…the police officer for Nikolaj was a sweet save. I don’t have much to say, I was quite tired while watching it.
The BAFTAs – if I were in charge of an awards show, I would insist on seating Meryl Streep in the front row, as her reactions to most things - starting with the acrobats, because just as I was starting to wonder about the stars overdoing the Botox - I exempt Amy Adams and Simon Pegg who were clearly enjoying it - Meryl Streep and her inner child reacted properly. Otherwise, I would like to imagine all the Cirqe de Soleil people going to see all these lauded movies stony faced. Streep and her sleeves were worthy of mention.
Amy Adams won on the earrings front (unless if I see evidence otherwise) and Viola Davies in blue was the best dressed woman on the stage, when most of the women went for black tulle or weird patterns.
Some surprises – although I’d point out that Dev Patel is English, which may have swayed votes his way. I feel bad for keeping pushing going to see Lion back because I want to see other stuff more.
The ‘rising star’ award was one vote where the British public did the predictable and gave it to the young’un in the big blockbuster i.e. the person in the film they’d heard of (Ruth Negga got the awkward nominated for this and an Oscar bing). Ah well, Tom Holland was more charming and professional than Jack O’Connell was that time. (Either Andrew Garfield went to the toilet or the director restrained themselves.)
It felt weird that they applauded after the In Memorium section, but the young cello player (playing Hallelijah, of course) was very good – though I didn’t love the accompanying arrangement. Anton Yelchin’s youth was shocking among the rest of the people being remembered, though.
I enjoyed Dornan and Spall ribbing each other. Most of the presenters seemed nervous, although a spruced up Hugh Grant got a very warm welcome.
It tots up to quite the spread, although La La Land won most of the awards that counted, but not all. Although I think some critical points have had merit in the backlash, I still think it deserves a lot of its awards.
I cheered when I saw Arrival had won for sound, at least. And then, being a woman of my age, I got miffed the Julia Stiles presented an award that wasn’t important enough for the main action.
By the by, The Lego Batman Movie is the Batman movie we need right now – it’s very, very funny.