‘An Education’ has been nominated for eight BAFTA awards – it received more nominations than any other film, apart from ‘Avatar’ (which I haven’t seen) and the brilliant ‘The Hurt Locker’ (which everyone should see.) And though that’s amazing and fantastic and wonderful and so on, I can’t help feeling a little disappointed that Rosamund Pike has been overlooked in the Best Supporting Actress category. She is, in my opinion, effortlessly funny in her role – but that, of course, is the problem. In life, it is much harder to deal with an incurable illness than to make a joke; in films, the opposite is the case. And yet nobody seems to be able to make that distinction when awards season comes around. I hope Rosamund can see that we would never have made it into the Best Picture category without her.
I haven’t posted much up here in the last few weeks – school holidays, snow, the African Cup Of Nations and so on – and I intend to post more regularly from now on. And to be honest, it’s not just time that has stopped me from blogging; the truth is that I don’t really know what to say about how I’ve been spending some of my time. Because ‘An Education’ is involved in this interminable awards season, there has been a lot of travelling, and talking, and party-attendance, and general sucking-up. So far we have been nominated for thirty-eight different prizes, according to imdb.com, and I’m not sure that’s all of them. I provide that figure not to convince you of our greatness, but to prove that there’s a lot of it about, and that it tends to dominate life to an extent one wouldn’t have thought possible. If I had to describe my occupation, I wouldn’t in all conscience be able to call myself a writer. I am currently an unpaid suit-wearer. And whatever you might think of my books and screenplays, I can assure you that I’m better at writing than suit-wearing.