Show Me The Magic Of Your Hollywood Song
The Baftas. Bit sniffy.
"I say, darlings. I've had a
fabulous idea. Why don't we give those loutish Yanks a jolly good hiding and give every bally award to Brokeback Mountain! When they hear about our delightful ruse those redneck Hollywood homophobes will probably choke on their
burger and fries! And while we're at it, let's get that
fabulous Steven F in to create an atmosphere of open hostility towards LA film culture & an intolerable theatrical loviness which has absolutely nothing to do with MOVIES, and everthing to do with a West End superiority complex which only the most pretentious Anglophile Hollywood star buys into! Invade
that, Uncle Sam!"
Steven Fry the Baftas are about 'films that make you think, not films that make you go out and buy the video game...' YO! GEORGE LUCAS! STEVE FRIZZLE JUST DISSED YOU ON LIVE TV LIKE A BITCH! YOU'VE BEEN
PUNKED! Shows how much Fry knows. The Brokeback Mountain X-Box game kicks ass. I just got to Zone 3: Copy The American Beauty Approach To Generating Slow-Burn Oscar Buzz For Vastly Overrated Pseudo-'Art House' Movie Zone.
(While I'm here...hiding behind our theatre heritage is really cowardly. WE ARE BAD AT FILMS. They wheeled on Patrick Stewart, as per, and we're all meant to applaud 'cos the dude's
such a great British actor an' all, as long as we ignore the fact he's been payin' the bills for the last 15 years playing Picard & Prof Xavier in the most mainstream Hollywood movies imaginable, which is absolutely what he should be doin' mind you, hell, he ain't gonna make any bread hanging 'round this rain sodden country's jerkwater 'film industry...' what a snobby, hypocritcal, superior, self-deluded tone the Baftas takes.)