We here in the U.S. don’t do a great job of covering the Baftas—which is weird, since we export all our biggest movie stars to the event every year. (We also send Christina Ricci, apparently. Oh, well.)
So the Baftas happened six days ago, and you heard not-a-peep from me. Whatever. But The Guardian‘s fly-on-a-wall account of the Baftas afterparty is absolutely hilarious.
Here is what I learned:
– Gillian Anderson danced on a table. (We are assured that she did this while projecting an air of grace, elegance, and dignity, but again, she was up on a table.)
– Jonah Hill danced until his suit (the pants? the jacket?) split.
– Director Lynne Ramsay (We Need to Talk About Kevin, Morvern Callar) spent all night smoking outside. I love her! She is like if a leather motorcycle jacket were a person.
As a sidenote, I am finally making a “Gillian Anderson” category. This is like the third time I’ve needed to refer to a Gillian category, and I finally have a sense of follow-through. How have we never had a Gillian Anderson category??? Wasn’t she, at one time, the most searched-for woman on the Internet? (After Teri Hatcher, I think. Oh, you young’uns don’t even remember Lois and Clark, do you.)
(Gillian via Grazia Daily.)