Tuesday, January 19, 2010
You didn't think I forgot about the Golden Globes, did you?
Actually, you probably did, given what a lax blogger I have become. And yeah, I know I'm a day late and a dollar short, but you know what? So were the Globes this year. (Well, not a day late, technically. They were on the same day they always are, but you know what I mean.) The mere fact that they added a host is an indication of this precipitous quality drop. Sure, if you must have a host, I suppose Ricky Gervais isn't a bad one to get (though I would have pushed for the inclusion of Karl Pilkington as co-host, personally), but the point is that the Golden Globes don't need a host. They're supposed to be entertaining enough on their own. Ricky Gervais was way funnier last year when he brought his beer onstage and told Kate Winslet, "I told you you'd win an Oscar if you did a Nazi movie." Am I right?
Around here, we won't be bucking tradition quite so flagrantly. So without further ado, here are this year's highlights and lowlights:
-Apparently a few of the guests (ahem, Mariah Carey and Christina Hendricks) misread the invitation. "Golden Globes" is the name of the event, ladies, not the dress code.
-It would be really awesome if I had someone to follow me around and hold an umbrella over my head while I gave interviews and posed for pictures (because I do that so much). It would be even more awesome if that person were Joshua Jackson.
-Julia Roberts clearly had already started hitting the champagne in the limo. Or perhaps in the makeup chair. Or possibly even with her cereal.
-Taylor Lautner is quite a well-spoken young man. That sentence officially makes me old.
-Courteney Cox's plastic surgery seems to have gotten...better. Is that even possible?
-I have no idea who Jennifer Morrison is (IMDB tells me she's on House. Thanks, IMDB!), but I am sort of in love with her dress. It reminds me a little bit of the Carrie Bradshaw dust bunny dress that I fell in love with a few years ago. I saw a tiny glimpse of it on the pre-show split-screen (during which I thought she might be January Jones, yet knew she was not January Jones, having already seen January Jones in her funereal ensemble), and then didn't see her again all night and was driven crazy until I could look up the red carpet pictures the next morning.
-Anna Kendrick's dress, on the other hand, gave the illusion that she had been stuffed into a very sparkly gift bag.
-Ahhhh! The Neil Patrick Harris Conundrum strikes again! Although at least this year he lost to a guy who once shilled for Campbell's Soup, so his odds seem to be improving.
-Let me just say that I can certainly appreciate a good beard on the right man. However, neither George Clooney nor Jon Hamm is the right man for a beard. Is it too much to ask that these two remain clean-shaven and dapper at all times? This was almost as disappointing as the ill-conceived host addition. Oh, Golden Globes.
Actually, you probably did, given what a lax blogger I have become. And yeah, I know I'm a day late and a dollar short, but you know what? So were the Globes this year. (Well, not a day late, technically. They were on the same day they always are, but you know what I mean.) The mere fact that they added a host is an indication of this precipitous quality drop. Sure, if you must have a host, I suppose Ricky Gervais isn't a bad one to get (though I would have pushed for the inclusion of Karl Pilkington as co-host, personally), but the point is that the Golden Globes don't need a host. They're supposed to be entertaining enough on their own. Ricky Gervais was way funnier last year when he brought his beer onstage and told Kate Winslet, "I told you you'd win an Oscar if you did a Nazi movie." Am I right?
Around here, we won't be bucking tradition quite so flagrantly. So without further ado, here are this year's highlights and lowlights:
-Apparently a few of the guests (ahem, Mariah Carey and Christina Hendricks) misread the invitation. "Golden Globes" is the name of the event, ladies, not the dress code.
-It would be really awesome if I had someone to follow me around and hold an umbrella over my head while I gave interviews and posed for pictures (because I do that so much). It would be even more awesome if that person were Joshua Jackson.
-Julia Roberts clearly had already started hitting the champagne in the limo. Or perhaps in the makeup chair. Or possibly even with her cereal.
-Taylor Lautner is quite a well-spoken young man. That sentence officially makes me old.
-Courteney Cox's plastic surgery seems to have gotten...better. Is that even possible?
-I have no idea who Jennifer Morrison is (IMDB tells me she's on House. Thanks, IMDB!), but I am sort of in love with her dress. It reminds me a little bit of the Carrie Bradshaw dust bunny dress that I fell in love with a few years ago. I saw a tiny glimpse of it on the pre-show split-screen (during which I thought she might be January Jones, yet knew she was not January Jones, having already seen January Jones in her funereal ensemble), and then didn't see her again all night and was driven crazy until I could look up the red carpet pictures the next morning.
-Anna Kendrick's dress, on the other hand, gave the illusion that she had been stuffed into a very sparkly gift bag.
-Ahhhh! The Neil Patrick Harris Conundrum strikes again! Although at least this year he lost to a guy who once shilled for Campbell's Soup, so his odds seem to be improving.
-Let me just say that I can certainly appreciate a good beard on the right man. However, neither George Clooney nor Jon Hamm is the right man for a beard. Is it too much to ask that these two remain clean-shaven and dapper at all times? This was almost as disappointing as the ill-conceived host addition. Oh, Golden Globes.
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