OH, I JUST LUVVY THAT..

We’re seeing lots of shots of Nicole Kidman in frocks, Gary Oldman in tears and Botoxed cheeks double mwah-mwahing each other as we hit the middle of the film awards season.

We’ve had Critics’ Choice, Golden Globes and the Screen Actors Guild already and nominations are out for the Oscars. Which begs the question: Just how cynical and desperate do you have to be to flog tickets to your films when you have to arrange weekly adverts for them? My favourite description of the extended luvvy love-in came from the muchmissed Richard Harris who called it: “Anything for exposure. They think they are special, precious and elite, but actors are unimportant.” And when he was asked to hand out an Oscar the year before his death, he replied: “Why would I want to do that? It takes 14 hours to get there, followed by 10 hours talking to acting a**eholes. I’d rather spend that time in the pub talking to my mates.” Bravo to that.

UNIMPRESSED Harris