Tuesday, January 17, 2006
The Golden Globes
I don't normally watch award programs, but Monday night was a slow night on satellite and we'd already watched our DVD of the March of Penquins. So I found myself cooking dinner while watching the pre-awards show special about stars arriving and making and entrance on the red carpet. I discovered that Johnny Depp perfected his Stepford Wife-like Willa Wonka voice while playing Barbies with his daughter. Still I did not turn away.
I must admit that I don't know who the Hollywood Foreign Press Association are or why they qualify to give out awards. But I suppose their opinions are probably just about as good as polling people as they walk out of a Wal-Mart. Except the Wal-Mart crowd probably wouldn't have voted for anyone who had a funny accent (who would have thought that Johnathon Rhys-Meyers, the actor who played Elvis in the latest mini-series and won best actor in a mini-series was Irish).
To be honest with you, I spent most the Golden Globe Awards playing with my Gameboy. I did cheer when Steve Carell won best actor in a television musical or comedy for the Office. I also watched with mild bemusement while Clint Eastwood handed out the best drama award for a movie to Brokeback Mountain, a story about gay cowboys. I'll bet that made his day.
I do agree with the critics. This Grecian urn look for evening gowns has got to stop and Mariah Carey needs to lay off the linquine. Oh, and I think Harrison Ford was hitting the sauce a bit too much when he made his presentation. And whoever wrote the catchy opening song for the Golden Globes is a very sick person.
So, that's my view of the Golden Globe Awards. I can't wait for the Oscars. Good night and good luck.
Posted by Time at 7:35 AM