On Tuesday, I woke up to the blandest bunch of BAFTA nominations ever. Each year, the British Academy – which have recently morphed into a glorified Oscar prognosticating body – find new ways to disappoint me, but this year, there were extenuating factors which meant that they did so with more panache than ever.
FilmCall Me by Your NameDarkest HourDunkirkThe Shape of WaterThree Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri
