Because those bastard English are never happy unless they’re showing everyone else up, they also had an awards show last night.  It was the BAFTAs, and it was chock full of more interesting people in better clothes than the stupid losers at the Grammys.  Yay for red carpet round-ups (holy shit, I cannot wait for awards season to be over)!

Kate Winslet won yet another award, once again looked hot as hell doing it:

Brad’s still got that dumbass mustache, but Angelina didn’t wear a shapeless sack this time.  Her dress actually fit her and even had a sliver of colour!

Robert Downey, Jr. looked fantastic, and he was being so sweetly adorable with his wife that I think I got Diabetes just from looking at them:

Penelope Cruz is still pretty, even with stupid and unnecessary fringe:

Mickey Rourke still looks… well, hey, I hear he was pretty good in that wrestler movie, so yay for him!

Ron Howard looked hilariously Opie Taylor-ish with his cute crooked bow tie:

Thandie Newton was mind-bogglingly gorgeous as always:

Emma Watson’s a cute little thing, but she always looks slightly annoyed and/or vaguely disoriented, like maybe she just woke up in the back of a limo in a formal gown and stumbled out into an unknown adventure:

Daniel Craig and his girlfriend, whose name I can never remember (I would look it up, but no one cares what her name is).  I’m not sure why James Bond felt it necessary to exhume the corpse of Wyatt Earp and wear the jacket it was buried in:

Sharon Stone is old and straight-up bonkers, but every once in awhile she surprises me by cleaning up pretty well, like so: