Baftas 2005

Hurray! I like Mike Leigh. I like his films, I like his attitude and I like his beard. Great then that the night belonged to the hunchbacked genius, picking up best director ahead of Scorsese, who misses out again, even though The Aviator did pick up best film. Elsewhere, Clive Owen's mantlepiece continues to expand with another gong for best supporting actor, Imelda Staunton made it 2 for Vera Drake on the night and Jamie Foxx gets another biggy. The Baftas are such a dry and oh so British affair with the ubiquitous Stephen Fry in control of the luvvieness as ever. Laughs are had though in a way the Oscars doesn't leave room for, and it remains interesting to see who turns up from the other side of the pond; who rates Britain as important and who is conspicuously absent. Biggest smile for me of the evening was the editor of Eternal Sunshine receiving a very well deserved award and hardly knowing a word of English - sweet. Kx