Golden Globes
As the Golden Globes started tonight, I remembered why I don’t watch many awards shows. I hate red carpet interviews. They make me squirm, whether it’s Joan or Ryan or Army Archerd... Wouldn’t it have been cool if they hadn’t gone for the obvious Lois Lane joke when Teri Hatcher walked on to present with the new Superman? I was hoping, but that’s not how things happen on these shows... My first cheer of the night was when Sandra Oh won for
Grey’s Anatomy. On the other hand, I couldn’t have been more stunned when Geena Davis won for
Commander in Chief, a show I could bring myself to watch only once, but I was totally charmed by her acceptance speech... Hey, Hugh Laurie had to make a speech using his real accent. I was hoping he would win for
House, a show built around one character’s quirky personality...
By the time the show was halfway through, most of the TV awards had been presented. Since I’ve seen exactly four of all the nominated movies in all categories, I watched the rest of the program mostly to see actors trying to talk without a script (and writers trying to think on their feet)... And it was easy to see which way the wind was blowing, movie-wise, early on, as
Brokeback Mountain piled up awards, so if anybody expected Steven Spielberg or Peter Jackson to win best director, they should have known better... It wasn’t surprising to see
Lost win as best dramatic series (not as surprising as seeing
Grey’s Anatomy, a comedy, nominated in that category).
Lost is a well-hyped show that is unusual in that it is as good as its buzz... For the roles they played and the movies they made, the wins by Felicity Huffman in
Transamerica and Philip Seymour Hoffman in
Capote made this a landmark year for motion pictures, no less than the overall win by
Brokeback Mountain.
By the way, the four movies I saw were
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,
Cinderella Man,
The Constant Gardener and
Crash. I’m hoping to move on to the letter D before the Oscars are handed out.