As much as I love movies, I usually bypass the award season: The Globes, the BAFTAS,the Oscars. I have friends, close friends, who love the whole thing, take the Monday after the Oscars off work, dress up, drink champagne, sit through the whole 'nail-biting' ceremony, frocks, tearful acceptance speeches, thanking of God and so on. I seem to be congenitally unable to control my desire to spend the whole evening berating a celebrity obsessed society, how much actors earn, how important they think they are, blah de blah de blah...
However, this year I made an exception, reason being, needless to say, that one Mr. Viggo P. Mortensen, Esq. was up for Actor in a Leading Role for "Eastern Promises" (probably my favourite film of last year, although "No Country for Old Men" was a very close second). Having a bit of a soft spot for our favourite Dane, I decided to go the whole requisite amount of yards (whatever that number is). So the housemates and I set the video (we couldn't stand having to sit through adverts). I made sure there were no calls to give the game away, and we settled oursleves in about an hour after start with lovely food, drinks. I donned a delicious cleavage-bearing aqua silk frock with a diaphaneous pastel purpley/greeny bolero, put the hair up and squeezed into killer Kurt Geiger aqua heels.
A few hours in we all remember why we never watch it: but the champagne was helping. Great to see Tilda Swinton and Javier Bardem win and a lovely trawl for "No Country" to that point. Eventually there are just the two categories to go: Actor in a Leading Role and Best Film. They start the run up to the Best Actor and preview some previous winners.
Guess what happened next?
2 comments:
You spill curry down your delicious cleavage-bearing aqua silk frock...
The tape ran out...
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