Ah, the Golden Globes. We can’t imagine that anyone who’s ever gotten paid $.10 a word to research and write an article that inevitably got chopped in half and edited beyond recognition doesn’t feel a sense of perverse satisfaction that, once a year, all of Hollywood preens and kowtows to the decisions of a group of 84 fairly unknown freelance journalists. Long gone are the Pia Zadora dark days â€” though the Globes are carefully calculated to gather the maximum amount of celebrity wattage (including TV and breaking film noms, often enigmatically, into drama and comedy/musical), this year, they’re also the classy awards, the Indiewood celebration that’s also stripped of Oscar bloat. Alessandra Stanley at the New York Times:
The Globes make much better television than the Oscars. They skip
boring technical categories like special effects or makeup. And while
there is an award for best song, there are no musical numbers. That
could be the reason almost every star remembers to thank the Hollywood
Foreign Press Association when they receive their award, even those who
forget to thank co-stars and spouses.
Or, less fondly but ever most irresistibly, Mark Lisanti at Defamer:
If the Emmys are Oscarâ€™s crayon-eating little brother, then the Golden
Globes are its developmentally disabled cousin from abroad, who somehow
manages to coat his mouth in paste, then devour half of the innards of
your favorite down pillow while youâ€™re busy child-proofing your open
electrical outlets. And like that distant relative who pops in once a
year (a Christmas here, a funeral there), youâ€™re obligated to sit and
pretend to be entertained for a few hours as he wheezes out the
occasional sticky feather.
It wasn’t surprising that "Brokeback Mountain" picked up the big prizes â€” even the lack of a Heath Ledger win wasn’t that startling in the face of "Capote"‘s late critic circle momentum. Or maybe we’ve just been reading enough awards speculation to have dulled our senses.
Otherwise: Rachel Weisz is a lovely woman, and we don’t know why she would ever do that to her hair. The film winners we’re all so concerned with showing off the Globes’ famous enforced "informality" that the television winners came through with far better speeches, having actually prepared (we loved Geena Davis‘ little girl anecdote, and we’re filled with general benevolent good will towards anything Hugh Laurie and Sandra Oh choose to do). The new Superman looks fantastically like a Ken doll brought to life â€” we’re not positive, but we suspect he’s actually just a computer-generated image. And the montage of Anthony Hopkins !Acting! that was put together for the presentation of whatever lifetime achievement award it was that they gave him was the most giggleworthy mess of out-of-context moments we’re ever seen â€” awesome that they kept his face on screen while showing that endless clip of his 1978 self crawling around on the ground, howling at a ventriloquist’s dummy.
The Globes are charming because of their glitches and oddities: the twitches nominees are unable to suppress when a tipsy presenter slaughters their name on live national TV; the way winners often have trouble finding their way to the stage through the crowded main floor; the inexplicable cuts to reaction shots of people totally unrelated to what’s going on on stage; the moments when they cut back from a commercial and malicious cameramen immediately zoom in on whoever’s foolish enough to have been eating (ha!). The Oscars have become so ironed out that we kind of wish they’d just go back to embracing their bloatedness and bringing on the interminable interpretive dance numbers and lengthy accidental silences â€” anything to take off the sheen of sleek self-congratulation. Seven weeks, yo. Whatever are we going to talk about in the meantime?
Larry Carroll at MTV reports on the red carpet scene and rounds up post-Globe parties. Jeffrey Wells also has party reports and pictures (and it looks like he ran into quite a few bloggers out there) â€” and the New York Times‘ very own Carpetbagger, Dave Carr, files a few early morning post-party posts himself.
+ 63rd Golden Globe Award Winners (Official site)
+ Where the Mood Is Spontaneous, and a Little Serious (NY Times)
+ The Golden Globes: An Enchanting Gay Horseback Ride With The Hollywood Foreign Press (Defamer)
+ Joaquin Loses A Bet, Clooney Eyes Heath And Golden Globes Parties Rage On (MTV)
+ Globe Finals (Hollywood Elsewhere)
+ Golden Globes (Carpetbagger)