Still: Paul Drinkwater for Reuters © 2011
A live show, hosted by Ricky Gervais, populated by celebs drunk on camaraderie, self-congratulation, and in some cases even alcohol? Hard for a pop-culture maven to pass up.
So I did watch this year's Golden Globes telecast, albeit (due to a migraine) not in
real time. Which is just as well since there's plenty to fast-forward through — film clips, ads, folks walking to the stage. And like other gluttons for punditry I found it lacking, perhaps appropriately for a show affiliated with The Hollywood Foreign Press Association, a certain je ne sais quoi.
Gervais was off to a running start with jokes about Charlie Sheen, the HFPA's WTF nominations for the apparently totally mediocre film The Tourist, and other hot-button topics. His material felt rushed, though, bereft of the breathing room and segues that usually make his stand-up and talk-show appearances feel so compellingly relaxed; even when Gervais cracks himself up, which is frequently, it's acceptable because he acts as if he's just realizing what he's saying as he says it. I'd hoped for redemption later in the evening, but Gervais popped up rarely and not for very long, less to comment on the proceedings — a shame, as the Greek-chorus element of hosts who choose to embrace that aspect of their duties can be the best part of the Oscars and the Emmys — than to get in some would-be zingers at the few presenters he announced by mentioning their more infamous or obscure endeavors or highlighting the disparities of a given duo. His overall contribution, while certainly not abysmal, was a bit like that old Catskills joke about the food: It wasn't particularly good... and the portions were small.
As for the rest of the show, I'm thinking that I might be conflating previous install-ments in my memory with the SAG Awards, another event where the guests sit at round tables in the audience and mingle intimately in a much smaller venue than the Oscars' imposing Kodak Theatre. When I had cable that actually let me watch cable channels, I very much looked forward to that and to the even more casual Independent Spirit Awards (held Oscars weekend) — at which a highlight is the song parodies gamely performed by actors who may not be all that accomplished musically. Despite the fact that awards shows are often derided as bloated spectacle, I was acutely aware of the Globes' relentless parade of presentations (made even more relentless since I skipped those commercials and Best Picture clips). Montages and other set pieces spaced throughout the show, when done thoughtfully, can be your friend.
Hmm... Maybe I sais quoi after all.
One problem with the Globes, also a selling point to be sure, is that they honor both film and television. Which means lots of categories even though they forego awards for sound, cinematography, and the like. Yet TV still comes across as a second-class citizen since features are given awards for screenplay and direction but their small-screen counterparts are not. And then there's the division of the Best Picture and Lead Actor/Actress* in a Motion Picture categories into Drama and Comedy or Musical; it's well intentioned in that it recognizes movies and performances that might not other-wise be trumpeted, but invariably the need to fill out the slate spotlights movies and performances whose horns really have no business being blown in what should be an exclusive orchestra. That split has a flip side, too, as the Supporting Actor/Actress* categories eliminate such distinctions — and for television (unlike those for leading roles in the same medium) lump Series, Miniseries, and Television Movie together to boot. What you end up with is a potential embarrassment of options for Lead in feature films and an unconscionably small, mismatched pool of Supporting contenders overall. [* I'm using the Globes' (and the Oscars' and society-in-general's) nomenclature here. The Screen Actors Guild, for one, refers to "Male Actor" and "Female Actor" instead of using the sexist-to-some Actress; I prefer to as well.]
The Golden Globes' biggest issue is that its voting body has fewer than 100 members.
In a typical five-way category it takes only 20 people to award a trophy. Even absent the frequent accusations of untoward lobbying if not outright graft, there's little beyond chance that separates winners from the rest of the pack; all but the surest races are thus suspenseful (for those who care about the outcome) but also fairly arbitrary once nom-inations are made. Depending on whether the HFPA uses ranked-choice voting, it's quite possible for upsets to be the result of three popular choices splitting the vote to the point where a less favored candidate wins, never mind that a club of several dozen entertainment journalists may well just have different slight-majority tastes than viewers and creative professionals. Since there's little merit to a blow-by-blow of agree-ment or disagreement in each category, therefore, especially given my unfortunate lack of familiarity with many of the nominees, I'll wind things up with selective commentary.
Katey Segal's win for Actress in a TV Drama was a genuine surprise. I hear that Sons
of Anarchy is pretty darned good; she must be stellar in it to be put up against Emmy winner Kyra Sedgwick of The Closer (which I've also never seen), Elisabeth Moss in some breakout episodes on Mad Men, and the great year that Julianna Marguiles had with The Good Wife.
As I mentioned above, the awards for Supporting Actor/Actress in a Series, Miniseries, or Televisual Movie (as
Still, I was filled with, yes, glee for Colfer and what his win represents. Without be-littling the lack of acceptance that still permeates our society, it was a kick to hear him end his shout-out to isolated, misunderstood, or bullied youths who "are constantly
told ... that they can't have what they want because of who they are" with a triumphant "Screw that, kids!"
Vergara is such a delight that I'd probably have given her the nod above Lynch, although Davis's eerie embodiment of Hillary Clinton was by far the best thing about Relationship, the oddly underwhelming latest installment of Peter Morgan's pseudo-trilogy starring Michael Sheen as Tony Blair that follows The Deal and The Queen. I can't speak to Empire or Dexter.
Skipping ahead to stick with the same subject, I do love the message, sentimentality, and frequent go-for-broke wackiness of Glee, but in my mind Modern Family and the not-even-nominated Community are more deserving of being named Best TV Series in the Comedy or Musical division. As for the other nominees, I've never seen The Big C, I still enjoy 30 Rock but not like I used to, and while I've tried The Big Bang Theory I just can't get past the broad, laugh-track sitcomminess no matter how many of my friends adore it.
All I know of the nominees for Best Original Song from a Motion Picture is the snippets played on the telecast, save for the Tangled entry, but a couple of things were clear: The HFPA went for typical Diane Warren schmaltz in giving the award to "You Haven't Seen the Last of Me" from Burlesque and, more surprisingly, there's actually a song from Burlesque that I want to hear, namely "Bound to You" — it was instantly recognizable as co-written by Australian pop artist Sia.
Even out from under the trappings of her superb turn in True Grit, Hailee Steinfeld totally looks like she could beat up her co-presenter Justin Bieber.
Gervais has gotten flak from some quarters for being insensitive or inappropriate, which has been countered by entirely appropriate support of his act from the per-spective that, by this point, you know exactly what you're getting when you hire Ricky Gervais to talk about show business, even (if not especially) in a room full of celebrities. Now, I stand by my earlier assessment that to me the cardinal sin that Gervais com-mitted was being off his game in terms of delivery if not the material itself, which more observers might have acknowledged had they not felt compelled to defend him in principle. What I found particularly interesting, though, is that the introductions of his I enjoyed the most were those where I suspected the targets didn't mind, and perhaps relished, his gibes. After he was ushered in with the words "Many of you in this room probably know him best from such facilities as The Betty Ford Clinic and the LA County jail," Robert Downey Jr. took it in stride and proceeded to double-entendre the hell
out of the Actress in a Motion-Picture Comedy or Musical category to hilarious effect. This is what the young folk today describe as full of win.
On the other hand, Robert DeNiro didn't quite fare so well running with the comedic motifs of Matt Damon's enjoyable preamble to DeNiro's receipt of this year's Cecil B. DeMille Award.
Aaron Sorkin's win for Motion-Picture Screenplay was both expected and welcome,
but his speech took a turn for the strange. When The Social Network was released there was lots of talk about how true it was or wasn't to Mark Zuckerberg's life and how little time it devoted to any women of substance; lo and behold, Sorkin gave what felt like a weirdly political (in the broader sense of the term) shout-out to Zuckerberg and another to, basically, women. I'll give Sorkin the benefit of the doubt that he truly wanted to celebrate the Facebook dude's vision, accomplishments, and recent donations to char-ity, as well as honestly celebrate the fact that there are so many strong, versatile female actors playing so many strong, varied female characters in cinema right now for his daughters to admire, but it was still quite odd given that the controversies had died down and that in context there was little to support them in the first place.
While I haven't seen The Fighter yet, Supporting Actress in a Motion-Picture Drama winner Melissa Leo and fellow nominee Amy Adams, whom I've adored since her astounding work in Junebug, are both said to turn in great performances. You have to love Leo's speech, from "Look, Mom, I got a Golden Globe!" to the closing "Woo-hoo!"
Michael Douglas deserves kudos, respect, and good wishes for the line, "There's gotta
be an easier way to get a standing ovation."
Finally, The Kids Are All Right was a shoo-in for Best Motion-Picture Comedy or Musical given the competition of Alice in Wonderland, Burlesque, Red, and The Tourist as well as the buzz it had early in the year as a top Oscar contender, although I was disappointed in its final act. The Social Network's ending was a bit of a letdown for me in a more limited way, but its win for Best Motion-Picture Drama continues its string of victories from critics' groups, and unless The King's Speech takes home the top prize from SAG next weekend (actors being the largest voting branch in the Academy) it's probably headed for coronation at the Oscars too.
A complete list of Golden Globes winners can be found at The Hollywood Foreign Press Association's website. Entertainment Weekly is keeping a running tally of nominations and wins in the Best Picture category or equivalent from various guilds and critics' groups in advance of Oscar night.
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