By Miscellaneous | | January 18, 2010 |
By Miscellaneous | | January 18, 2010 |
How about them Golden Globes, eh? Geoffrey Arend is quite the lucky man.
Wait, have you had enough jokes equating last night’s awards with Christina Hendricks’ breasts? Well, in this here roundup of responses to the Golden Globes I’ve tried to avoid any references to the chests of Hendricks, Mariah Carey and any other cleavage-revealing star of the show. But I would like to give it up to Whitney Matheson of USA Today’s PopCandy for summing the night up best as “an evening of booze, boobs and beards.”
As I hate the concept of live-blogging, none of these responses come from the bazillion movie sites doing their own running commentary of the ceremony. If you were especially wowed by any such coverage or any reactions to the Hollywood Foreign Press’ ass-kissing event in live-blog form, live-Tweet form, live-Telegram form or whatever, let us know below.
1. William Hurt. Whoa, talk about Beard Commitment! Bill Hurt could’ve smuggled a few bottles of Moet in his facial hair, or at least set up a free therapy couch in the lobby. He may have lost the Globe, but this is one awards-show beard that will go down in history. And that means something.
The real story of the 67th Golden Globe Awards was the shocking ineptitude of the direction and production. Think about it: Every five seconds, a camera lurched awkwardly around a table, cut to the wrong person, or gave us an unflattering shot of someone’s back or elbow. Every time a winner tried to collect a prize, he or she had to navigate an impenetrable sea of tables and chairs. And then there were the slapstick bits, like a production guy stepping on Chloe Sveigny’s gown and Matthew Morrison tripping up the stairs when he went on stage for Glee’s big award. (Morrison’s fall wasn’t the show’s fault, of course, but it was a good metaphor for the entire night.)
Between everyone pretending like going to the Golden Globes was actually helping the recovery efforts in Haiti, and James Cameron’s hair, I feel like we could probably just skip this, right? Go back to the way things were. Put the Golden Globes genie back in the cheap champagne bottle. Because even for an awards show, which naturally stinks, this thing mega-stinked.
Beating out Tarantino and Clint Eastwood? $400 million+. Rubbing your success in your ex-wife’s face? Priceless.
Enough with the kneejerk kowtowing to the current Big Cheese Alpha Male director of the moment…Bwana Bwana save us Bwana…thank you for bringing so much manna into our industry. Bigelow is the real Bwana — she is the embodiment of work-it, never-say-die, get-it-done and get-it-right despite the hardships. Every talented director who has had to push it to the limit and work 19-hour days without a net knows (or suspects) what Bigelow had to do to get where she is today, and how it must feel to be right on the precipice.
There are two accepted rules for movie-award nominees: (1) Look gracious if someone else’s name is called, and (2) Always pretend you didn’t even think to write a speech. But if Mixed Nuts taught us anything, it’s that Nora Ephron doesn’t play by the rules! When The Hangover was named Best Picture (Comedy or Musical division) over her Julie & Julia, she was caught on camera looking annoyed (or mock-annoyed! it is the comedy division, after all) and tearing up what looked like notes for an acceptance speech. We’re only sorry she didn’t take the next logical step and trip Mike Tyson on his way to the podium.
Yes, I watched the Golden Globes.
Yes, the Golden Globes are an utterly worthless institution.
Yes, Sandra Bullock winning ANYTHING for “Blind Side” is preposterous, but it’s not worth being outraged over because it’s just a Globe and as mentioned before the Globes are worthless - position I will maintain up until if and when I’m nominated for one, at which point they will become a tremendous honor I’ve been dreaming of recieving since I was a small boy.
SANDRA BULLOCK DOESN’T HAVE MICKEY ROURKE’S VOTE: Seriously, did you see that grimace on the Stetson-hatted rebel’s face when he pulled Bullock’s name from the Best Actress envelope? Not since Julia Roberts presented the 2001 Best Actor Oscar has a presenter hidden their personal thoughts quite so badly.
We witnessed the first in that sad scene at the Globes, with its lone shot of Muliigan as neither an underdog nor even a dark horse but — Heaven forbid — a slouching, cheek-biting also-ran. The next will arrive this week during Sundance, when some other budding actress will be coronated “this year’s Carey Mulligan,” possibly restoring a bit of late, insider luster to Mulligan’s awards-season standing. The last wave will come Feb. 2, when the Oscar nominations could snub her entirely in favor of a Weinstein special (Marion Cotillard, Melanie Laurent) or a late-coming ingenue (Blunt, Abbie Cornish — both of whom have Cotillard’s one-time Oscar guru Bob Berney working their cases behind the scenes). Despite myself, as one who was in that first Sundance audience and enjoyed the rare privilege of seeing a star born in person, I fear the worst.
Cannes clearly has its finger on the pulse of the international film community. Haneke’s harrowing tale of rural Germany between the wars is the kind of dark, sinister commentary that the Globes love to champion. As the presumptive Oscar favorite/winner, look for another Waltz with Bashir/Pan’s Labyrinth situation in which an otherwise unknown movie steps in come the Academy Awards and dims this film’s limelight.
I did not find the joke about sex with celluloid creepy. Okay, I’m probably showing my age here but I actually went to film school back in the days when, when you cut film, you actually cut the film. It’s a pretty sensual experience and we film geeks love film for being film. It’s analog, baby and still a beautiful thing.
On the other hand, the physical act of love with 35mm celluloid could have resulted in some very nasty cuts…