And now it's gong

There was singing and dancing, tom-foolery, whistling parents and one great chance to scream about someone being robbed.

Yep, there was no final peak on the Mickey Rourke comeback trail as he lost out on the Best Actor award to Sean Penn with a suspicion of a wee bit of political voting going on with the final outcome of the award. That of the impending WWE bout for Mickey made people think twice about ticking against his name.

Elsewhere at the sixth time of asking Kate Winslet finally picked up a Best Actress Award. In a rather more contained speech than some of her previous the girl from Reading came out as she hollered at her father in the audience. And Danny Boyle did a Tigger impression at the behest of his children (although they'll probably claim differently).

Overall it was a Slumdog Millionaire's year (but I still think Benjamin Button is better) sweeping up eight awards. So cue much jingoism from the press about the British success and what this will mean for the British film industry for the next few days until everything goes back to normal.

So the giant shiny statues go back into storage and the executives start planning their campaigns for next year whilst the rest of us debate the rights and wrongs of who won what until it starts all over again.






And In Bruges should have taken the Screenplay prize