What really goes on at the Baftas? Forget the awards ceremony – the star-studded dinner is where it’s at
There was something very liberating about being asked to go to the Baftas as someone who isn’t, specifically, a film journalist. “Just go and have fun!”, my editor told me. So, as with anyone not a part of The Favourite or Roma, there was basically no point in my being there. But I also knew that there would be food, and Cate Blanchett, so I said yes. That’s how I found myself getting dolled up on Sunday night and rocking up at the Royal Albert Hall.
Look, here’s the thing. I didn’t mean to crash Timothée Chalamet on the red carpet. I didn’t time it that way. It just happened. The way tequila shots and snogs with your best mate do, except this had a lot more screaming. The one solid thing I can report is that Chalamet has a lot of fans, and most of them have a better range than Mariah Carey. They are also very active on social media, as I would find out later, after taking a picture of him at the post-awards dinner, tweeting it, and quickly being followed by an account called Timothée Chalamet’s Hair. I briefly lingered to watch him sign autographs and pose for selfies, before a girl holding a sign with “MARGOT ROBBIE” on it – a really perfunctory sign, like she was picking her up from the airport – yelled at me because I was not Margot Robbie.