Fluff and Nonsense

As we all know, the IFTAs were on last Friday night. I wouldn't normally take much notice of award ceremonies like this, but I had reason to be interested in this year's event. A close relation of mine was involved in a project that was up for a couple of awards, and he was there on the night.

I got a text from him late on Friday night to say that they had won one of the awards for which they were nominated, so there was great excitement altogether. On Saturday evening, I was keeping one eye on the telly as they were showing the coverage of the event. The first hour of RTÉ's coverage seemed to be all about the
frocks. Various starlets showed up in their finery, and the lovely Kathryn Thomas was on hand to enquire of them as to "whom" they "were wearing."

That's fair enough, as frockery is part and parcel of any awards do. But they overdid it somewhat, to the extent that RTÉ then had to curtail its coverage of the actual awards ceremony itself. They did the whole "And the IFTA goes to…" spiel for such categories as Best Actor/Actress in a Leading Role, Best Film, etc; but for some of the other categories, the presentation of the award wasn't shown. They were treated as also-rans.

It was among these "also-ran" categories that my relation's project won its gong. The award itself was won by a group, of which he is a member. (He is the co-creator of the project, and the main scriptwriter.) They were shown for all of three seconds with their award, and because there were four of them on stage collecting the award, not all of them got into the camera shot. Guess who was just out of shot?

Most of the lovely girls on display earlier on in the coverage had nothing to do with the awards themselves. Yet the people who actually win the awards don't seem to matter.