So the Bafta nominations are out, and, just like every other year, they make very little sense.
Exhibit A: Slumdog Millionaire is nominated for Best British Film and Best Film. Surely that automatically makes it the Best British Film, no?
Exhibit B: Mamma Mia is also up for Best British Film. Why? How is that British? And if it is British, why isn’t The Dark Knight?
Exhibit C: Freida Pinto is up for Best Supporting Actress for Slumdog Millionaire. The film is great, but she’s in it for ten minutes. In that time she manages to make a sandwich, watch television and have a bit of a dance. I could have done that.
Exhibit D: Along with the Golden Globes and the Oscars, Bafta are still incapable of acknowledging that more than three animated films are released each year.
Exhibit E: Benny Andersson and Bjorn Ulvaeus nominated for best music for Mamma Mia. Is that really fair? Is it?
Exhibit F: Jonathan fricking Ross is presenting it once again. Don’t you miss the good old days of Stephen Fry?
There. I’m done. You may now go about your business.