I love awards shows.
I claim the couch and the TV for the Oscars and the Emmys – Phil makes me supper during the red carpet, popcorn during the show, and makes sure my wine glass never gets lower than half full. Maverick curls up on my lap and I don’t move for the entire night.
But my favourite awards show is the Golden Globes.
Its got movies, TV, alcohol and Ricky Gervais making fun of the whole lot. It doesn’t get much better than that.
I was even invited over to a friend’s house Sunday night for a home-cooked dinner and I said ‘no’ because the farthest I venture from my TV on Golden Globe night is the bathroom.
And last night was no exception.*
Here are my thoughts:
~ 10 years ago when Phil would force me to watch wrestling with him, if you would have told me that Stacy Keibler would be dating George Clooney, I would have told you to put down your crack pipe and give your head a shake
~ I was disappointed that after all the hype over who Ricky Gervais would skewer in his opening monologue, the answer turned out to be…nobody
~ Phil spent so much time rewinding, pausing and slomo-ing to to see if this dress was actually see through that I was able to fast forward through 2 sets of commercials
~ I have never seen “Boss” but I don’t know if I can live in a world where Frasier wins an award over Bryan Cranston and Damian Lewis
~ I am not a fan of Ringer, but it is so good to see Sarah Michelle Gellar in popular culture again
~ Madonna annoys me.
~ “My name is Seth Rogan, and I am currently trying to hide a massive erection.” Biggest real laugh of the night.
~ Mostly unrelated story – In a recent interview, Michelle Williams was asked about her short hair and she said that the man that she loved preferred her hair short, and that she will always wear it that way to honour his memory.
~ Tight race, but George Clooney looks more distinguished with a cane than Brad Pitt
~ Have I mentioned that Madonna annoys me?
~ Felicity Huffman, representin’ for the older broads – smokin’ hot! Jessica Lange, not so much.
~ Claire Danes, I have loved you since I was 15, and I love you still.
~ If anyone was weirded out that Matt LeBlanc won, then they haven’t seen Episodes. Great show, he’s a total douchebag…in a great way.
~ Phil during Sidney Poitier’s introduction of Morgan Freeman: “Can we fast forward this?” ME: “No, we’re watching this live.” PHIL: “I was just hoping that if we fast forwarded it, he would sound like he was talking at normal speed…”
~ I am concerned for Kate Beckinsale. The cameraman seems to have developed an unhealthy obsession with her.
~ Mark Wahlberg was doing his best “James-Franco-hosting-the-Oscars” impression
~ *Sigh* Colin Firth is just so…*sigh*.
~ After Meryl Streep’s glasses were passed, from person to person, all the way up to the front of the room, the guy at the front didn’t even give them to her.
~ I think George Clooney is really a wonderful man – handsome, charming and witty. And now I really want to see Michael Fassbender in Shame…no reason.
All in all, it wasn’t a great show – no great moments, no really spectacular looks, or funny/heartwarming speeches, and Ricky Gervais was neutered – but I still sat transfixed for 5 hours. And will do so again in a couple of the months for the Oscars.
I am a sucker for punishment.
Though, by the looks of it, I enjoyed it WAY more than this guy…
*though there was a small damper on my mood by the complete and utter lack of love for Breaking Bad**
**but the love for Homeland almost made up for it***