If ever there was a glittering masterclass in how not to let your bitchy resting face get caught on camera, it’s the Baftas.

The awards ceremony gig for most industries is about well-earned recognition… and (hopefully unfilmed) tipsy joy.

Pity those working in the telly world, then (sort of), because there is seemingly no escape from the cameras, which are honed in on to their faces from a kaleidoscope of angles.

On Sunday’s BAFTA show on BBC1, as a succession of immaculately groomed actresses tottered up to either fluff their lines on the autocue (Elizabeth McGovern) or accept achievement awards (Cilla Black, Olivia Colman and Julie Walters) you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable the men looked by comparison. Imagine being a bloke sat there gagging for a drink, looking happy for your peers. Until, that is, your nemesis (or, worse still, your mate) scoops that coveted Best Fictional Supersoap gong and you’re captured, swearing, bitter and slightly ragey, for all the world to see. This in an occasion when those acting classes really come in handy... even if you’re the cheerful James Corden.

Gogglebox won in the Reality and Constructed Factual category and you couldn’t help but hear the mumbled bitching as the glitzy audience tried to smile through their Botox and bouffants. There’s been a lot of sniping about Gogglebox, you see, as it’s basically ordinary people, with their musings on gravity, crisps and celebrity boobs without a presenter in sight, except for Caroline Aherne’s gentle voiceover. Yes, watching people talk about what they’re watching might be a bit like telly cannibalism, but every episode is refreshingly funny and moving purely because it fillets the best babbling from the general public and serves it up for our viewing pleasure.

Same can be said of the wondrous BBC4 Imagine documentary Rio 50 Degrees: Carry on CaRIOca. Although Alan Yentob pops up at the beginning, like a sweaty bookend, don’t let this put you off. Also, don’t be put off by the mighty one hour 45 minute running time: you’ll be Shazamming the samba and bossa nova tunes and possibly humming them for days.

As Brazil prepares to host the World Cup this summer and the Olympic Games in 2016, the world’s focus zooms in on this dirty, dangerous, beautiful, pulsing city of extremes. And when peerless director Julien Temple, it’s a colourful ride.

Illustrated and narrated by the music and voices of this Brazilian metropolis, this show is a trippy, tropical explosion of footage covering the cultural and social history of the city of Rio de Janeiro, home to more than six million Carioca.

Instead of being lectured or barraged with presenter’s witterings, we hear from the people in the favelas, dealing with a life of danger, drug trafficking and a dose of delight that is the preserve of the true survivors of this world.

A city divided by class, ravaged by poverty and gun crime, Rio dances to different, hotter, beat and this documentary’s stories and snippets of the locals get you to dance along.

Brazil is the country with the second-biggest number of black people in the world (the first being Nigeria), largely because of the slave trade. But, while the slaves imported into the US were banned from using African instruments, Brazil’s immigrants kept their birthright which has exploded into the powerful, all-embracing beat of the musical revolutions that have shaped culture ever since.

Even if you’re slightly dreading the World Cup madness that’s sure to descend, this visit to Rio is sure to have you boogying around your TV set like Carmen Miranda. Without a red card in sight.