Outside the insular confines of Britain, "bafta" means nothing to the world as it is. Americans might think it is a misspelling of barf or daft, and instinctively are not far off the mark. For BAFTA, the wannabe Oscars of the British film industry, annually awarded by British pundits of miniscule IQ and infantile mind, is the penultimate laurels a flick could be bestowed with in jolly good England.
It is no surprise that the overwhelming part of this year's nominations goes to The King's Speech, which captured nods in 14 categories. It left me ... well, no pun intended ... speechless. I mean, it's a lovely, oh so lovely and harmless, G-eese rated movie "to be viewed and enjoyed by the whole family," canines and carnivores included. Let the cat out of the bag, with your final choices!
Films that are much more likely to prevent me from falling asleep before the credits have run their course are: True Grit, Inception, The Kids Are Alright, Black Swan, 127 hours, The Town and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo - in that order.
Wham! Wake me up before I gag-gag...
No comments:
Post a Comment