OUTSTANDING DEBUT BY A BRITISH WRITER, DIRECTOR OR PRODUCER
WINNER: Four Lions - Director/Writer - Chris Morris
The Arbor - Director, Producer - Clio Barnard, Tracy O'Riordan
Exit Through the Gift Shop - _Director, Producer – Banksy, Jaimie D'Cruz
Monsters - Director/Writer – Gareth Edwards
Skeletons - Director/Writer – Nick Whitfield
thank fuck for that
A film wins that by no means is risky as it could've been (especially with Chris Morris at the helm), but at least it looks at society, confronts something we're not supposed to laugh at and makes you think just a little about the way we live.
Amen to that. And massive kudos for Morris not bothering to turn up to the smooze fest.
ReplyDeleteRather than what's largely a mediocre documentary/shallow PR stunt put together by a team of hype merchants and to top it all off, narrated by Rhys (I'm so fucking cool me) Ifans.
Christ! Do you all whine like bitches even when you are all fucking your girlfriends?
ReplyDeleteIt's obvious you moaning fucks are all bottled fed when babies. You need to go back to the tit and get a fucking perspective of life!
No just when we are fucking yours
ReplyDeleteWhy? Because we don't fawn like a teenage boy when the slightly attractive shop assistant bends over and flashes a glimpse of bra?
ReplyDeleteYou need to get a perspective as that film made by your Messiah isn't all that good.
It's worse than not all that good, it's actually turgid cacka. Nevertheless, the low IQ/borderline retard market is a large one, and Banksy has shrewdly exploited it, knowing that those kind of people need their tastes catered for too.
ReplyDeletethe movie, if viewed as a comedy, is fucking brilliant
ReplyDeleteit makes street art and street artists look like the idiots they are
and as a psychological study of a complete lunatic (MBW) it's also pretty entertaining
and I'm impressed that Banksy had the intelligence to make a movie about himself that wasn't about himself
but it really wasn't good enough to be nominated for an Oscar. but then, most films that are, aren't. awards ceremonies are all a load of balls
I found it overall depressing if though mildly entertaining to begin with but the second half was just rancid, as I don't know who came off worse, Guetta as the chancing baffoon he is or Banksy for trying to distance himself from the stunted and deformed offspring he helped spawn.
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree that most films up for an oscar rarely deserve them. Case in point Titanic and Dances With Smurfs errr, I mean Avatar.
It's a brilliant film and you sick donkeys need to take the vibrator out your asses, you moan too much! I always get a stiffy when a shop assistant flashes a glimpse of bra, proves I'm still virile, not a masturbating keyboard critic!
ReplyDeleteWho gives a fuck about the BAFTAs anyway, it's the Oscars that count. Go Team Bamsky! (spellings a joke too, you muppets!)
ReplyDeleteNo, it just proves you're easily stimulated. Hence the over appreciation of Banksy's mediocre psuedo-politcal cartoons.
ReplyDeleteIt's a brilliant film and you sick donkeys need to take the vibrator out your asses, you moan too much! I always get a stiffy when a shop assistant flashes a glimpse of bra, proves I'm still virile, not a masturbating keyboard critic!
ReplyDeleteChrist! Do you all whine like bitches even when you are all fucking your girlfriends?
ReplyDeleteIt's obvious you moaning fucks are all bottled fed when babies. You need to go back to the tit and get a fucking perspective of life!
Amen to that. And massive kudos for Morris not bothering to turn up to the smooze fest.
ReplyDeleteRather than what's largely a mediocre documentary/shallow PR stunt put together by a team of hype merchants and to top it all off, narrated by Rhys (I'm so fucking cool me) Ifans.