Sunday, January 16, 2011

Live-Blogging the 2010 Golden Globes



10:00: No one's even listening to Gervais as he makes his final comments, including his own two cents that justice was served with the Social Network victory, and his final thank you's "to God, for making me an atheist." The wide shot at this point, taken from high in the ceiling, shows that everyone's out of their seat, and no one's even looking at him. I wouldn't want to be him at any of the parties. I am, however, extremely interested in finishing this gin & tonic, the evening's great discovery. Congrats to all the winners, and thanks to everyone who kept hitting Refresh! The day-by-day graph of readership on this blog tells me I wasn't the only person who is unreasonably interested in shindigs like this. Let's band together next year and offer to host!

9:55: Oh, it's Michael Douglas. Well, I don't know that he's a surprise, either, but it's a moving moment, and it compels Alexandre Desplat to spontaneously hug somebody. Nice to see Michael showered with support and affection in this way, and nice to end a frequently testy evening on such a warm note. Douglas: "There's gotta be an easier way to get a standing ovation." Lovely.

BEST PICTURE (DRAMA)
I WANT: I can't quite make the call between Fighter and Social Network, but Russell's players seem so incredibly enthusiastic that it's impossible not to root for them.
I PREDICT: The Social Network. And it wins. Armie Hammer is a giant. He's up on stage, though Eisenberg and Garfield aren't. Scott Rudin is one of the absolute jewels of the industry, even if we're only thinking about scale of productivity and commitment to smart, ambitious projects. He's classy enough to thank everyone at Facebook, though in doing so, he stresses his thanks to Mark Zuckerberg "for allowing us to use your life as a metaphor." Hardly needs translating. Fincher visibly appreciates Rudin's praise for his direction but grits his teeth a little at the moment Rudin calls it "his best work."

9:52: Is Julie Andrews the "surprise guest" announcing Best Picture? She hasn't had another reason to be here tonight, although she's hardly been a well-veiled "surprise." Given the Eliza Dolittle connotations, is Julie's enlistment a sign of a King's Speech victory? Do you think I should hold back on speculating until it's actually made clear that Julie is the presenter?

9:48: At least Ricky knows that you can't make a dig at Sandra Bullock. She's invincible at the moment.

BEST ACTOR (DRAMA)
I WANT: Gosling, by a mile, even though I'm hugely glad that the HFPA nominated Wahlberg, which isn't an "award" performance in any obvious way.
I PREDICT: Firth, because I'm a conscious and sentient being.

Ryan Gosling and the entire King's Speech table stand to applaud for Colin. Guy Pearce is here! I've decided that Geoffrey Rush is sporting that hat because he doesn't want everyone to see his bald head and fail to understand that it's for that crazy play. Firth describes Rush as his "geisha girl," barely a moment after using the phrases "man love" and "scorching." Basically the same speech he gave at the Critics Choice Awards (yeah, I YouTubed it) but I don't think you can fairly expect these folks to have a bottomless well of material. Especially when you're literally winning every time up to bat.

9:46: Can we bring Annette back up to the dais for a third, final time, to reprise her peace-making speech at the NYFCC? The room needs it.

9:44: Funniest line of the night comes from Tina Fey, in an ad for NBC's various series. She says to camera, "Amy [Poehler] and I have been friends for such a long time, we're like Oprah and Gayle. Only, we're not denying anything."

9:40: Tom Hanks and Tim Allen have been working on how they'd get back at Gervais. It's on.

BEST PICTURE (MUSICAL/COMEDY)
I WANT: Burlesque, even though The Kids Are All Right is a better movie. Burlesque entertains so eagerly, and voluptuously, in thick and in thin. I'd love to see it rewarded.
I PREDICT: The Kids Are All Right, which despite what I just said, is accomplished and becoming, and full of way more than its share of great scenes and moments.

Julianne and Annette could not be gladder about this outcome. We know this is a movie that was precarious enough for a long pre-production period that this must be incredibly satisfying. Everyone on stage erupts with applause for Lisa Cholodenko, while one of the three producers gives the speech. Deliciously, once we get a wide shot of the stage, we see that Julianne and Annette are standing somewhat apart from the group, arms wrapped around each other with glee. Note that if you cast a movie with multiple female leads and give one of them to Julianne, you win a Globe for Best Picture.

9:36: BEST ACTRESS (DRAMA)
I WANT: Williams, because I liked her and her movie best; or Lawrence, because Winter's Bone has turned into such a great underdog success story; or Kidman, because I'm really fond of her and she's great in a tricky part; or Berry, because I'm really pulling for Frankie & Alice to be good, and I want Berry to keep getting challenging parts. Which isn't to say I'm totally down on Natalie, who increasingly impresses me in her press. She's just the least enticing prospect out of five.
I PREDICT: Which doesn't change the fact that she'll win.

Someone close to a microphone is whooping super loud for Natalie. Emma Stone and Julie Andrews both regard her with an air of serene, approving inevitability, which is just as it should be. Remarks about parents are moving. Joke about Benjamin Millepied is something we've all thought if we watched the movie in the last couple weeks. "Mila 'Sweet Lips' Kunis" is a nice touch. She comes off very nicely, as is her wont. She'll get two more chances to be this publicly moved and grateful.

9:34: Joseph Gordon-Levitt is, I think, the only actual star of a film to be recruited to intro that film. Go ahead, have a push on this button!

9:27: BEST ACTOR (MUSICAL/COMEDY)
I WANT: Oh, not even.
I PREDICT: Gyllenhaal. He couldn't find a way to make the movie work, but it wasn't for lack of trying. I also think he's most likely to radiate a subtle sense of the category's own not-up-to-par-ness, which (shamefully) is what I really want to detect.

Halle Berry announces the award for Paul Giamatti, the only nominee with any critical excitement behind him. Paul Giamatti describes his three co-nominees as "my superiors, as actors and as people." I'm not sure he didn't just say "Rosalind Pike"; someone find out. (Ed. He didn't. My bad.) As happened when he won two years ago for John Adams, there's a whole lot of nervous looking being exchanged around the room, like Giamatti makes people uncomfortable or they're worried he's going to be inappropriate. It seems like he might have been. Halle Berry didn't fall in love with him sighing "Halle Berry...." huskily into the microphone, maybe because she's tired of embarrassing Halle's So Pretty moments, or maybe because he infelicitously happened to sigh her name immediately after saying the words "Godiva Chocolate." Truly hoping that was an accident, but let's recall, Monster's Ball made virtually the same conflation into a plot point. (Ed. This definitely happened, and sounds even worse than I thought.)

9:25: Alicia Keys walks out in a tomato-colored maternity dress, tailored just like Natalie Portman's, similar hairdo to Natalie's, same facial symmetry, same impressive air of consummate elegance and composure. It's like she's Natalie's double, and she is, in fact, intro'ing Black Swan. It's tempting to call her the Black Swan. I guess I just did it.

9:24: It's not just "Hollaback Girl." Beyoncé's "Naughty Girl" has also become an ambient track for a L'Oréal ad. Maybe in four years, Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross's music will accompany an ad for Abilify.

9:22: Johnny and Angie are chatting and chuckling in the commercial break, even though it's obviously from several commercial breaks ago. No one moves that fast. Anyway, my guess is that they're saying, "Why are they so mad at us?" Owning half the world has got to be good compensation for this weird bullying. Tomorrow, I'm going to make a YouTube video to assure Johnny and Angie that truly, It gets better.

9:20: BEST TV SERIES (COMEDY)
I WANT: The Big C, but only as a Linney partisan.
I PREDICT: Modern Family, but they give it to Glee again. I hope everyone is duly impressed by my batting-average on predictions tonight, which must have topped 0.050 by now. The crowd likes the co-producer's cheer for public school teachers.

9:16: BEST DIRECTOR
I WANT: Russell, who turned The Fighter into something much more special than was written, and did very little wrong. Fincher also improved the on-the-page prospects of the script, more through transformation than elevation, so he'd be a satisfying winner...
I PREDICT: ..by which I mean, he'll be a satisfying winner.

Aronofsky, Fincher, Hooper, and Russell all get cheers, as though the audience is full of happy Bears fans.

It's Fincher. He's happy, but studiously so, fully reliant on the 8.5 x 11" sheets that have his speech on it. Everyone from Nicole Kidman to Matthew Morrison is looking at him like, Man, I really want to work for him. Eisenberg and Armie Hammer look really chuffed, but not ecstatic-chuffed, like the Fighter table.

9:15: Megan Fox is here to sell The Tourist to us. Doubly hard for her, since The Tourist has already had a few harpoons thrown into it by the evening's host, and because she happens to be joining us right after De Niro made an airport-security joke about her naked body.

9:12: More Abilify!! "Abilify treats depression in adults, when taken with an anti-depressant." Wait, what? Honestly, isn't that a Christopher Guest line?? You know, Mountain Dew can also help a fever, potentially, if you take it with some Tylenol and water. I'm not making jokes about depression or anti-depressants, believe me. But these literally are the worst ads in history. Even now, the narrator is saying "....seizures, trouble swallowing, or declines in white blood cells..." The ad is just a catalog of miseries, real or possible. I bet Alejandro González Iñárritu made it.

9:04: You can't blame De Niro for the fact that first the Globes and then Cannes have decided to draw more attention to his career, just as it's been scraping at the ceiling of Little Fockers. It doesn't help that the tribute montage includes a regrettable moment in The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle in which he's tweely asked to lampoon his own Taxi Driver performance, when what he never does anymore, or maybe never gets asked to do, is compete with his Taxi Driver performance. But he did give the Taxi Driver performance, so I'll focus on that. Easy to do. Even easier now that he invokes the reviews of Little Fockers himself! "It's okay. We all have our jobs to do." He breaks down the Hollywood ecosystem this way: "We make the movies, and the members of the HFPA get their pictures taken with movie stars."

De Niro singles out Awakenings, somewhat surprisingly, as a personal favorite, and then moves on to other under-recognized pets: Stanley & Iris, Everybody's Fine, Frankenstein, Marvin's Room, Stone, and Jacknife. It's a weirdly self-serving moment, but my favorite question for actors in interviews is always "What movies have you made that you wish people had paid more attention to, or took a first look at?" So, this gives me my answer. The deportation jokes weren't so hot, especially once he turned them on the underpaid labor in the room, but he seems tickled by himself. And he deserves congratulations. (And Jane Fonda looks pleased about that shout-out for Stanley & Iris.)

9:02: Matt Damon proves that the HFPA has finally understood that the Cecil B. DeMille Award presentations, which used to go on for entire geological eras, badly needed shortening. Damon's is comic, not played perfectly, but successful enough. I'm stuck on other stuff: Temple Grandin is rubbing-her-eyes tired. Brad and Angie were rushing back to their seat as the De Niro tribute had already started. Then she tried to wait out the camera and surreptitiously apply some more lip gloss, but finally she couldn't wait. She just had to go for it. Furtively, speedily. She got the job done. It must have been a genuine lip-gloss emergency.

8:57: I'm dorky enough that I almost always laugh at M&Ms commercials. I think they're funny! The other ad I've just been served is for the new Matt Damon-Emily Blunt vehicle The Adjustment Bureau, which seems to have intruded into that tiny plot of thematic ground that Liam Neeson's been claiming as his own: the paranoid thriller about conspiracies I can't imagine taking seriously, in movies that just don't look very good.

8:52: BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS
I WANT: I'm about equally split on Weaver, Adams, or Leo, so I'm pretty easy to please.
I PREDICT: Weaver, actually, partly because it's what my instincts say, and partly because I think it's a risk?

That David Michôd is a handsome dude. Jeremy Irons is definitely giving a drink-lubricated announcement. Melissa Leo's first words: "My God, all that, and I get kissed by Jeremy Irons!!" Leo seems really, really excited. She's such a tough cookie in all her interviews, but she just melts when she wins something; I respect her on both counts. Scores with two great gags, one intentional (about not wanting to seem old enough to play Mark Wahlberg's and Christian Bale's mother) and one seemingly unintentional (where she unwittingly implies she slept with David O. Russell on her way to getting the role). If that was a planned double entendre, she's an even better master of tone and timing than I thought.

I guess this is where the Oscar officially becomes hers? Unless this really is 2007? I'm not sure I'd have voted for Jacki, and I might even think Melissa's better, but I keep pulling for that disarming Aussie leprechaun anyway.

8:49: It's inevitable: finally, a presenter pairing of whom I recognize neither, but I do like the gal's dress. I think I overheard that at least one of them is on The Big Bang Theory, which makes sense because...

BEST TV SERIES (COMEDY)
I WANT: Steve Carell, but only for Denison-pride reasons (it's my college-in-law), and because it's his last chance.
I PREDICT: Parsons, who indeed wins. I've never seen a whit of the show, but he's been funny in two acceptance speeches in a row, in a way that makes me curious. If you don't care about this moment, you can still play Where's Waldo? with Michelle Pfeiffer in the audience. She's still there, still beautiful, not that interested. Hugh Laurie seems to be asking his wife who Jim Parsons is.

8:48: Jane Fonda's here! Always a plus for me, and I love that she's intro'ing Burlesque, which she sells the heck out of. I don't even care that she's got Cylon shoulders built into her dress. Where Jane and Burlesque intersect is their unapologetic commitment to what they're doing.

8:46: No Strings Attached ad. Anne Heche has that Special Sauce that enticed me to see an Ashton Kutcher movie. Natalie Portman's got a lot going for her, but she's not going to pull that off, at least not in my world.

8:44: I hate to follow up that sad news about Romulus Linney with the tidbit that this Food Network recipe for gin & tonics totally hits the spot, but there it is. It's a commercial break, so I've gotta seize the moment. Don't think less of me.

8:42: BEST TV ACTRESS (COMEDY)
I WANT: Linney, who's not here because her father passed away yesterday.
I PREDICT: I'm guessing it's Linney. And it is. No mention is made of the circumstances of her not being there, but I read the news last night. My thoughts are with her (which isn't unusual for me).

8:41: Helen Mirren's here to compliment the beautiful women in the room, to sustain a lengthy conceit about the international pregnancy that bore The King's Speech as its fruit, and to remind us (not unworthily) that the UK Film Council was dissolved. The montage of The King's Speech does the same thing the trailer does, making the whole thing seem a bit more rollicking than it actually is or, in fairness, tries to be. Though I still think it might have tried.

8:37: BEST FOREIGN-LANGUAGE FILM
I WANT: I Am Love, though it's pretty tacky that I do, because it's the only title I've seen.
I PREDICT: I'm calling I Am Love here, too, though I gather this is unlikely to happen. Hoping it seems Globesy. You know, opulent. ("O-p-u-l-e-n-c-e! Opulence! You own everything!" That's for my Paris Is Burning fans.)

Susanne Bier scores it, for Denmark's In a Better World! I guess it would have been a lot to ask for a reaction shot of Halle Berry, but I was still hoping.

8:35: Just finished that first glass of champagne, so I'm now moving onto my experiment of the evening, care of The Food Network: a gin & tonic where the ice cubes are frozen tonic water. Know in advance that tonic-water ice cubes get a lot bigger as they freeze! Let's see how this goes. It's totally in the spirit of the evening, as I hardly need point out.

8:31: BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS IN A TELEVISED SITUATION
I WANT: I like all these gals, but I'm pulling for Vergara, only because I get the impression that Jane Lynch doesn't have to push that far in any direction to keep selling all her punchlines.
I PREDICT: Vergara will finally get out from under the Lynch train.

Nope, it's still Lynch. Who is lovely, and funny: "I am nothing if not falsely humble." She and Vergara have really perfected the "I really think you deserve to win at some point" / "I honestly don't mind that you keep pipping me" embrace on Jane's way up to the podium. Lea Michele is still having the most damp-eyed experience of the evening. I'm really glad for Lynch that she gets to be in a show that mobilizes such moved and happy young fans.

8:27: Tina Fey keeps her streak running as Funniest Awards Presenter. She's like the Meryl of that imaginary category.

BEST SCREENPLAY
I WANT: The Social Network, by a mile. Even the movies I liked from this bunch didn't totally thrive on their scripts, or not consistently so. I don't think Network's is perfect, but it's a lot closer than the others.
I PREDICT: The Social Network. I'm a visionary.

Sorkin's got it. I can't tell whom I'm looking at in the audience. Is it Elijah Wood? Oh, it's Armie Hammer! The lashes threw me. Great points to Sorkin for the line about Scott Rudin being "the best living movie producer, and he gives the dead ones a run for their money, too." Huh, I've never quite heard that before—Sorkin thanks all the female nominees in the room for setting a great example of achievement for his young daughter. "See, honey, smart girls have all the fun!" This is a sweet moment, even if it not-so-subtly implies that his daughter Has a Great Personality.

8:26: Gervais sets up a gag that actually works about Carell leaving The Office and ruining their cash cow. Carell also scores with his comically over-emphatic, "Ha Ha Ha Ha! I love it! Never gets old!"

8:25: We're back, and I take it that Zac Efron is playing a Marine in his next film? He's stumping for The Kids Are All Right. Is "kid" the connecting link here? Warren Beatty says, "That's great" in response to the Kids montage.

8:21: Oh! My first chance to see one of these brusquely Kidman-less ads for Just Go With It. Do they think that, if they include her in the ad, everyone who was going to see it will suddenly think, "Wait, is there going to be a subplot where she tries to sleep with a 10-year-old?" Her omission would be the most galling thing about the commercial if it didn't include the sad spectacle of Jennifer Aniston forced to say the line, about Adam Sandler, "I'm just glad that his thing-a-ling can still ring-a-ding." Sometimes, you're just so happy that Aeschylus invented the spoken drama, aren't you? I mean, don't you find?

8:19: Almost everyone in the audience seems to be glaring at Danes. They just look so tired. Is it the season? The assault on one's stamina and nerves that an evening like this must be? Is it just The Mood in The Room? I don't think the voiceover announcer quite meant to say what he just said, which is, "Coming up, some of the biggest and best stars in the industry. Plus, Tina Fey!"

8:17: Still with Tilda, who still likes intoning The Pillars of the EARTH.

BEST TV ACTRESS (MINISERIES/MOVIE)
I WANT: No preference, though it would be a kick to see Jennifer Love Hewitt get it!
I PREDICT: I doubt there's any suspense here, insofar as Claire Danes has kind of been making that Mirren-in-The-Queen victory lap for what feels like two years. When the voiceover guy says this is the second win and second nomination for Claire Danes, I ask myself, by immediate reflex, did she also win last year for Temple Grandin?

8:16: Pacino might have played one Jack, but he's also become the other Jack, insofar as he's the single person in the room whom Stick Man is absolutely not going to cut off. Happily, he wraps it up before it really becomes an issue.

8:13: Tilda's here!!!! In a white Oxford button-down shirt, proving that Sharon Stone hasn't lived for nothing, and a giant off-white wrap-around skirt. She stretches The Pillars – – of the EARTH into a line reading, then does the same with The Special. RelationshiPP.

BEST TV ACTOR (MINISERIES/MOVIE)
I WANT: Ramírez, obviously.
I PREDICT: Ramírez, but it goes to Pacino, who hopefully will raise his game from his Emmy speech last – whenever that was. September? I can never recall when the Emmys actually happen. Tilda's a Pacino fan. Geoffrey Rush, her co-presenter, is a hat fan. I can't quite guess why Lea Michele is misting up about Pacino's victory.

8:12: Stallone seems happy enough to be stereotyped into hawking The Fighter, but not crazy about Gervais's jab about his own limited range.

8:11: Person I'm most excited to see in the crowd: Gabby Sidibe! Can't wait till she gets up there!

8:10: (Gosh, that long Downey gag and then the award presentation gobbled up some time!) I know they've been spoiling me with all these movie categories in a row. It's gotta be TV next.

8:01: Gervais, presenting Robert Downey, Jr.: "Many of you in this room probably know him best from such facilities as the Betty Ford Clinic and Los Angeles County Jail." And Downey calls him out on it! Mitigating it slightly with his own questionably tasteful joke about sleeping with the Best Actress (Musical/Comedy) nominees. But he's talented enough to make it work. Julianne and Annette think it's funniest. Emma makes it funniest. I'm still liking Downey's description of the evening as "hugely mean-spirited with strangely sinister undertones." Not that the audience seemed to want that pointed out.

BEST ACTRESS (MUSICAL/COMEDY)
I WANT: Stone, or Moore, or Bening. I'll be really easy to please.
I PREDICT: Bening, clearly, and I'm glad the crowd whooped it up so loudly for her. Emma Stone is wearing pink and MightyTan. Everyone in the room seems to be a big fan of The Bening, but there's still something unusually subdued about this crowd. Bening looks great, like the sexy girl in Philosophy class. "I'm very proud to be in this special film, about two women who are deeply in love and are trying to keep their family together." Kissed Julianne first when she won, and thanks Julianne first, effusively but elegantly. So exciting to hear Lisa Cholodenko thanked out loud in a major awards-show speech. Thanks "Mark Ruffalo, our awesome sperm donor." And finishes by thanking "the 1962 winner of the Golden Globe for Most Promising Actor, my husband, Warren Beatty." The Bening turns out to be the first winner of the evening who holds the entire room in silence, even when she takes long pauses.

7:57: The inevitable Bieber moment, nicely countermanded by his pairing with Hailee Steinfeld, a teenaged girl who's obviously got more and better things on her mind than this Nilla Wafer. Am I sensing, in fact, that Hailee doesn't love the implication that kids=animation, and animation=kids? Or is she just nervous. Let's be honest, it's probably just B.

BEST ANIMATED FEATURE
I WANT: Toy Story 3, but I'd be totally satisfied with a Dragon or Illusionist win.
I PREDICT: Toy Story 3. At some point, some awards body will Make a Point by not voting for Pixar, but I don't think tonight's the night. Toy Story 3 takes it, but Jennifer Love Hewitt doesn't seem unusually excited. I guess it must be hard to predict in advance whose reaction shot will be pleased or exuberant or interesting. But it must be said, they keep striking out. Matt Damon looks pleased for Unkrich; Portman looks like she's a woman expecting a baby who's been forced into high heels all evening.

I knew it! Lee Unkrich's nice-enough crack proves that Hailee is not interested in having people think of her as a young kid.

7:53: Commercial break. Anne Hathaway guffawing. (At what?) Julie Andrews giving Andrew Garfield a cheerful pat on the arm. She liked the movie? She liked the performance? He shouldn't feel too bad for having so much trouble with the word "inspiringly"? All of the above? Hard to think of anyone better to do the "Buck up, kid" thing. You can take Julie out of the nanny movies, but you can't take the nanny out of Julie.

7:51: BEST ORIGINAL SCORE
I WANT: The Social Network. Innovative or at least hugely counter-intuitive music that functions brilliantly for the film.
I PREDICT: I don't know that the HFPA's celebrity-worship will extend to Reznor, so I'm guessing Inception.

Announcer guy pronounces Rahman the way it looks, but didn't we learn that it sounds more like "Rock-mahn?" Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross get it! Very gratifying! Did J.Lo just say "Atticus Finch?", though? I swear I heard that, but it might just be because I hear "Atticus Finch" even when I myself say "Atticus Ross." Trent Reznor is quite the distinguished gentleman. Won't the kids just be surprised to go digging around his old videos?

7:47: BEST ORIGINAL SONG
I WANT: A song worth getting excited about. See comments below.
I PREDICT: "You Haven't Seen the Last of Me," even though they'd go with the Tangled song if they're (sub?)consciously voting on the strength of the overall scene. Diane Warren indeed takes it, and looks breathless and hugely gratified. First-time winner? Indeed. White tuxedo jacket. Sort of Joan Jett Chic. Reveals that Cher "fought to get the song in the movie, and to keep the song in the movie." Which perhaps explains the hilariously weak diegetic motivation for the song within the film. Good for Diane for dedicating her moment to Ronni Chasen.

7:46: You'll be surprised to learn that Aaron Sorkin's face is looking awfully flushed. Maybe it's pride.

7:45: Andrew Garfield's Spidey sense tells him that The Social Network is perhaps being over-praised on the Film of a Generation flank. Fincher has been saying the same thing in interviews. Kind of funny to see the talent behind the front-runner trying to quell people's enthusiasm. I'm guessing the studio may request some kind of conference call.

7:42: Twitter reader CyCinema suggests that Gervais was just as overbearing last year. I didn't see last year's telecast, so maybe I just haven't been inoculated through past exposure.

7:41: Angelina's trying to work out some sort of kink in Brad's bowtie that seems to be making him uncomfortable. I'm laughing at myself for even being interested in moments like this.

7:39: BEST TV SERIES (DRAMA)
I WANT: No preference. I just can't pretend, you guys.
I PREDICT: Boardwalk surely starts ending the awards-show gravy train for Mad Men right here. Yep. That didn't take a genius. Fun watching the movie crowd observe the TV winners float past them. The cinema types seem so uninvolved, like someone just got announced as Miss Golden Globes 2011. I'm sure they don't actually feel that way, but it's how it looks on TV.

7:38: No comments? If you live-blog into a vacuum, are you really doing it? Someone would stop me if I were making a right fool of myself, right?

7:36: BEST TV ACTOR (DRAMA)
I WANT: No preference, though I have a beautiful friend who will be pulling hard for Laurie, and it is sad to me that he never wins.
I PREDICT: Probably Buscemi, but truly, all five guys seem to be in play. Some kind of blue velvet situation happening with Laurie's bowtie. Buscemi does win, and a lot of people stand up. Can't tell if it's all Boardwalk people. Might be. Randomly picking her out of a room, I can tell you that Anne Hathaway feels nothing about this verdict.

7:34: The typically crushing moment with the HFPA President. I missed his name (typing), but he returns the favor of Ricky's barb. Crowd's not sure at this point whether this is all good-natured fun, or way past uncomfortable. The mood in the room seems strange tonight.

7:32: Nathaniel surely just pulled a Colfer and high-high squealed when Michelle Pfeiffer sauntered out, surprising and looking divine in rich, form-fitting blue. But then it turned out she was there to praise Alice in Wonderland. So, I'm genuinely curious: how does this balance shake out for Nathaniel? Is he more pleased, or more crushed? Will he ever recover from this perplexing duel of emotions?

7:25: BEST ACTOR SUPPORTING ANY KIND OF TV THING
I WANT: Not much invested here.
I PREDICT: Colfer, with outside shot on Stonestreet or Strathairn. I figured Colfer would have to win something eventually. All the Gleeks in the room are thrilled. Jane Krakowski looks the slightest bit puzzled, but with a smile. "I think I just dropped my heart between Natalie Portman and Julianne Moore!" I know what you mean, Chris. He's so excited and overwhelmed, his voice is somewhere between Antony & the Johnsons and Farinelli, Il Castrato. I'm sure the same thing would happen to me, so please know that I'm not ribbing. Saves his biggest pitch for "the fans of our show," whom he clearly understands to be gay kids, and tells everyone who's being bullied or made to feel that they need to change, "Well – screw that!" Globe aloft. Congrats, Colfer!

7:23: I'm just hoping that an ungraciously introduced Bruce Willis, or someone else over the course of the evening, will pull an Armond and take Gervais down a peg, or eight. (Why am I getting so steamed about him?) Willis is here to remind me with an incoherent montage why I didn't go see RED.

7:23: Okay, drowning out the winners doesn't make any sense if we then lose all this time watching people awkwardly look for the exit.

7:20: The announcer at the Globes seems to have just spilled the beans that Édgar Ramírez has already won his category? Did we know that some of these have been pre-announced, or did I just hear wrong? I'm certainly all for this outcome. (Ed. I heard this wrong; he was just talking about the nomination.) I totally can't believe how great it feels to see Olivier Assayas up there on the Golden Globes stage! Julianne and Kevin unlock their arms in order to applaud Olivier, even though the music is already playing and getting louder. The Carlos producer is taking time that the telecast already doesn't want to give him to point out how many members of his family, including his wife, are American.

7:18: Julianne, whose magenta Lanvin is a little baggier than I understood it to be on the carpet (but I still like it, and love her), gives a shout-out with Kevin Spacey to Miss Golden Globes, aka Joe Mantegna's daughter.

BEST TV MINISERIES OR MOVIE
I WANT: Carlos, obviously. I saw the first half-hour of The Pacific, and I'm not kidding you, it was heinous. Writing, editing, camera angles, dialogue: truly unbelievable.
I PREDICT: Temple Grandin, I'm thinking? No, it's Carlos! Way to go, HFPA! Tom Hanks is speaking very emphatically at his table, but I'm going to trust that he's just trying to be heard, and not fulminating with un-Hanksy rage.

7:16: Pretty sure I just saw Jimmy Fallon miming a "Tone it down, dude!" gesture to Ricky Gervais up on the dais. I've never seen a host come out swinging so rudely, and unhumorously at that. I know people will say, "This type of narcissistic crowd/event can use some pin-pricking," but surely it's bad faith to take the gig and then be such an a**hole?

7:14: Just realized that Scarlett's presentation of Best Supporting Actor means that, once again, Mo'Nique had her own ideas about how to spend the evening. I love that gal. She's going to show up for these kinds of joints when she damn well feels like it. Christian Who, Sugar? Mo'Nique isn't feeling him right now, baby.

7:10: BEST TV ACTRESS (DRAMA)
I WANT: Oh, sweetie, I don't care. Julianna Margulies is lovely, but I admire Katey Sagal for hanging in there all these years.
I PREDICT: Probably Margulies? But Kyra did win the Emmy. And Perabo types often take this.

Hey, get that Globe, Katey! A really satisfying moment. Her first win in five tries, apparently. People will hopefully applaud the moment enough that they won't be too hard on the neon tangerine dress. Love the reaction shot to an elated-looking Ed O'Neill. Those two done good! (Stick Man, whoever s/he is tonight, is being awfully quick on the drown-out music.)

7:08: BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR
I WANT: Bale or Renner.
I PREDICT: Bale, but Rush isn't impossible. Bale takes it. Camera manages, in two tries, to land on someone who looks totally nonplussed about his victory (that's Paul Giamatti). I love how often I'm going to get to hear that "How You Like Me Now?" music track during these ceremonies. Bale starts insulting the tacky members of the HFPA but builds to a joke that mostly clears its own hurdle of jocular impoliteness. I love that he goes out of his way not just to thank and applaud Mark Wahlberg but to explain the logic of Wahlberg's performance, which so many people have been so hard on.

7:07: "Our first presenter is beautiful, talented, and Jewish, apparently." Huh? It's Scarlett Johansson. She looks unimpressed.

7:05: It's getting worse! Closeted Scientologist joke fills the room with boos and anxiety. One actually wishes that he would stop talking. It takes him five minutes to make a remark in praise of anything (of Boardwalk Empire), and the close-up on Steve Buscemi makes clear that he's just waiting for whatever sour, corrosive zing is coming.

7:03: A heinous pair of jokes about the badness of The Tourist. Not untrue, but – oh, it's three jokes! He's already written his own reviews for tactlessness. And now an anti-Cher crack. He's lost 80% of his audience already.

7:02: The room is very ...blue? Strands of Swarovski globes hanging everywhere. Ricky Gervais has brought his own large drink with him up to the podium. I can't stand Charlie Sheen jokes. Is anything more tired? Why does someone make one at every. single. telecast?

7:00: Alexa is being pressed a second time for her fashion favorites, as though the show runners don't even know what we've seen and heard or what we haven't. I have no idea why they think we want to listen to the interviewers talk to each other. It's like a brave Pinteresque spelunk into the most extreme possibilities for content-less language.



6:58: Show starts after the break! Just have to go one more round with these ads for Chuck, The Cape, and a show where Kathy Bates is sassy and carries an enormous gun. Why isn't it on TNT?

6:57: The makers of the animated lizard movie Rango are using DVD-extra footage of interviews with Johnny Depp to sell the movie in the ads. As perplexing as I find this, I also have to feel that, from what I hear, exposure to either of the performances for which Depp is nominated tonight could significantly diminish this as an advertising tactic.

6:55: Alexa Chung thinks Michelle Williams, Natalie Portman, and Olivia Wilde are the night's best dressed. She praises Olivia's dress for being broad enough that she "could hide four Cubans underneath it." I assume she doesn't mean cigars, but I kind of hate to imagine that she means otherwise. Can anyone explain why Olivia Wilde would be hiding Cubans? Or why a person would say that?

6:52: Anne Hathaway's long, backless, long-sleeved, shoulder-padded, form-fitting dress from Armani Privé looks from afar like it's made entirely of pennies that she shined in vinegar. Then you get closer and it looks more like she's borrowed all of Mariah's gold records (she's got thousands, folks, respect!) and shrunk them all down. She's incapable of being charmless, even when the Globe ushers are literally trying to push her toward the auditorium.

6:49: An ad for Anthony Hopkins's new movie The Rite, in which he plays some kind of demon-possessed, pestiferous priest. It's like he heard ten years back that De Niro was running unopposed for Least Ambitious Acting Genius and decided, Let's turn this thing into a real horse race!

6:47: Michelle Williams, whom I'm so much more partial to than I ever had been, both because she's so superb in Blue Valentine and because I've been watching a few of her interviews, and she's always so quietly impressive. She admits that living with Gosling during the BV shoot "had its good days and bad days, like any marriage." What people say about her acting is seemingly as true of her press encounters: she just can't tell a lie.

6:46: Christian Bale, continuing the pattern of Fighter talent being the most beaming talent. They love their movie.

6:44: Claire Danes is letting the hot pink of her dress do all the work, which is exactly the right choice in this case. She looks great. I don't mind telling you I am sporting the same color right now. My hot pink shirt is sort of my lucky shirt (because of you, Susie!). I haven't yet decided on whose behalf I'm hoping it to be "lucky" tonight. Jacki Weaver? Ryan Gosling? Burlesque?

6:43: Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones are the most accessible and dear they've ever been, for perfectly understandable reason. They both look super, and they seem cautiously excited about his encouraging prognosis. Very best to both of them, truly.

6:42: Helen Mirren once again in blingy Badgley-Mischka, with plenty of ice. She's talking about how relieved she is that no one saw The Tempest she gets to just attend without having a nomination to worry about.

6:40: It's officially a tradition!!! Abilify is once again advertising during the Globes. Still hawking the drug for about 30 seconds, then enumerating all the dreadful things that might happen to you if you take it, for at least 45 more seconds. "Elderly patients who take Abilify have an increased chance of stroke or death." And, as was true two years ago, you're still meant to phone your doctor if taking Abilify prompts you toward more and more thoughts of suicide. I can't believe this ad campaign survives. But I sort of adore it.

6:39: Halle Berry did waft by before the commercial break. I literally can't tell you what color her dress is. Looked velvety, and depending how much light she's catching, it's a little different. But she does look pretty breath-takingly beautiful. I'll give you a moment to absorb your shock.

6:38: Why are all the Charles Schwab commercials rotoscoped, in the manner of A Scanner Darkly?

6:37: Sofia Vergara, on the high decibel level of the red carpet: "I'm Latin. I'm used to loud." Torso section of the dress seems to lean away from her body, in a fairly structured way. She'll want to keep her eye on where the cameras are in relation to her tonight. High-angle shots are unlikely to serve her interests.

6:36: Kevin Spacey, to whom I have a more averse gut reaction than I do to almost anyone else in this crowd, is at least using his time at the mic to pay tribute to his recently deceased director, George Hickenlooper. Well played, Kevin. See, I can be big!

6:35: Colin Firth seems noticeably grayer than he did last year. Maybe the campaign season ages you? Turns out his sister is a speech therapist! Did everyone else already know this?

6:34: A woman named Randi Zuckerberg (relation?) who works at Facebook (seriously?) has been monitoring the levels of fandom and support being registered on Facebook. She says Goodfellas has over two million fans on Facebook. How would one know that? She's either pregnant or hoping desperately to be mistaken for Natalie Portman.

6:33: Robert Pattinson is a Biutiful fan, and also a Claire Danes fan. If that matters to anyone who reads this blog, I'll lose a bet with myself.

6:32: Amy Adams is still not as effervescent about the awards-show hysteria as she so obviously was in the Junebug era, but she doesn't seem as fully over it as she did while riding the Doubt train. Not that she ever seems anything less than gracious. But it's nice to see her sort of energized. Don't you just feel the waves of genuine pride and pleasure whenever any of the Fighter crowd talks about their movie?

6:30: Alexa with Jane Lynch, talking in a little box on the screen while the camera dwells on Scarlett Johansson, doing a great job with the vintage-style dress. Not wearing vintage is January Jones, never one to wear whatever outfit Jodie Foster and Judi Dench were also considering. Fire-engine dress, strangely architected. Possibly made of dyed-red vermicelli, which isn't apparent till you get really close to it.

6:29: Tina Fey, looking fetch in midnight blue, is hyperventilating with Carson Daly about how tremendous Halle Berry looks. Halle is not yet on camera; the tone Tina and Carson are taking is not quite settling whether Halle looks great or maybe sort of spazzy?

6:24: Angelina in a sparkly, long-sleeved, form-fitting emerald-jade affair. She always seems like such a kind, basically low-key person to me. I've got no joke here. She's surprised by her own nomination, having found herself "not very funny." Seems totally sincere about this, but likely to have a good time tonight.

6:22: Justin Bieber is every tool in the chest. Wearing thick, plastic, oversized purple glasses, in some kind of great joke with himself. Alexa's stock shoots way up in my book by standing by Justin's side and insisting on reading comments from online viewers for 30 seconds before she'll even deal with him. The look on Justin's face doesn't disguise the "Doesn't she know who I am?" reaction quite as capably as he might have intended. Way to go, Alexa!

6:21: Carson Daly and Christina Aguilera seem plausibly pleased to be reunited. Xtina: "Well, I've always been inspired by the beauty that is burlesque."

6:20: Jake Gyllenhaal, still bearded, and still understandably bemused by interviewers' inability not to ask him about it as though it, in itself, is interesting.

6:18: Alexa Chung, whose raspberry nanny-dress is bothering me more, and has clearly been lifted from the costume shop of a Hammer Horror remake starring Keira Knightley, doesn't realize that the camera is already rolling. She's just standing there with Matthew Morrison, both idling. But the stars actually seem to like and trust her, so I should retract the claws. Matthew doesn't have any date tonight, at all. Make of it what you will, sisters.

6:17: I just. love. Julianne. Magenta dress wrapped around a gold necklace, hair pulled back. (Why do I keep talking about the clothes and the looks?) She pitches Kids Are All Right perfectly, casually, with her usual sense of easygoing aplomb.

6:16: Jesse Eisenberg, still withstanding the hegemonic push to overdo it on the hair-care front. Carson's hair is actively shining, around the cowlick area.

6:15: I'm keeping it classy with this little Prosecco bottle. It has a metal screw-top.

6:14: "Hollaback Girl" has completed its inevitable but still-too-bad transformation into the Muzak background for a L'Oréal commercial.

6:12: Chris Colfer would like to sing more Lady Gaga on Glee, plus maybe some Scissors Sisters, and he tells us he is imploring producers to cast Julie Andrews as his grandmother. This commercial break will be helpful, because I need to check Wikipedia for info on his sexual orientation.

6:11: Oh, Sandra Bullock is here with long, heavy bangs and hair and a kind of ...ripped-looking dress. She looks sort of sad, sort of Edward Gorey. But then she talks, and you remember she's the gutsiest, funniest woman out there. She just told Carson Daly at the end of their exchange, "Wow, you're really good with these questions. That was really boring." Bisous!

6:10: As ever, Helena Bonham Carter is in Vivienne Westwood, seemingly a metal dress that has been colored with paint markers. Between the red/blue/silver dress and the familiar Helena hairdo, she looks as much as she ever does like the resident, gin-sipping beekeeper of Cold Comfort Farm. But that's part of why we love her.

6:09: Nicole Kidman always makes an immediate grasp for the Best Dressed list. Tonight, she's in a tastefully sequined, butter-colored Prada dress, long and slim. Still so jazzed by the return of the red hair. And, I'm sorry, but I take conscious pleasure in how willing Keith Urban is to be so obviously shorter than she is.

6:08: Alec Baldwin invokes Michelle Williams as the actor whom he is most eager to congratulate for her performance. My fifth-spot hunch about her is swelling. (Why is Alexa Chung in long sleeves? Did she think the Golden Globes happened in Cedar Rapids?)

6:06: Mark Wahlberg, also keeping the shades on, just name-checks Brad Pitt and Matt Damon as having been lined up to play Dickey Ward but having dropped out, "and frankly I don't think anyone could have done it as well as Christian." Is he just being honest, or is he twisting the fork a little? I assume the former. Why am I even trying to start sh**?

6:05: Alexa to Natalie Portman: "Do you find that you have to dress differently now that you're pregnant?" First genius question of the night. I personally am surprised that Natalie isn't still rocking those gray cotton shrugs and her leotard. She's really just a slave to her pregnancy, huh? (By the way, she's in a peachy thing that gathers right in the middle of her torso, where a big red rose figure has been stitched. It blooms right at her neckline. Her lipstick is similarly fire-engine red. I'm not... sure about it.)

6:03: Ricky Gervais on his plans: "It depends how drunk I am." Since he absolutely refuses to take off his sunglasses for this chit-chat, I suspect he's at least halfway there. He's with "the lovely Jane."

6:02: Popping my little 187ml bottle of Prosecco just now. Our red carpet wardens (we are bound to them!) are Carson Daly, someone named Natalie Morales, and someone else named Alexa Chung... who just saluted us?


6:00: Okay! Gotta switch over, even though I hate abandoning the Jets just after the Patriots scored a touchdown. New York's still ahead, but one hates to abandon them in their time of need. But. What if Sally Kirkland just showed up?

5:59: You know that great gag in Easy A where Emma Stone feels disdain for the Natasha Bedingfield tune in her grandma's birthday card, but then finds herself singing along to it uncontrollably? "You Haven't Seen the Last of Me" has that exact ear-worm thing going for it. Dark Lady for the win, people.

5:56: "Feelin' / broken / barely / holdin' on..." If the voters listen to Cher after taking a gander at the other four songs, or watching their Musical/Comedy screeners, they're guaranteed to identify instantaneously. "I been broooooooot down to my knees! / I can't take it!"

5:55: Oh, dear. Right there at 2:55, the track resorts to a tiny little tornado of strings to make the compulsory key-change leap. You might vote for it as the theme for your 7th-grade dance, but even then, probably not. And surely not for a Globe. (Dare I say, you might write it for your 7th-grade dance.)

5:52: Carrie Underwood track from Prince Caspian isn't flying for me at all. Even by Globe-nominee standards, the lyrics are trite, and the (dull) instrumentation is loudly competing with Underwood's belting of the necessary insipidities. And I just don't "get" her voice. There's no warmth to it at all.

5:48: Perhaps Mandy and Christina should swap songs? We could find out whether "Bound to You" works outside the idiom of big-lung bombast, and we could find out what Disney ballads sound like when delivered by someone who sounds like she's pleading for her life in front of a firing squad. Or, as happens, in front of her lover-jailer.

5:45: So I was worried about the Tangled song that, even though I saw the movie, I literally couldn't recall the song whatsoever. Now that I'm hearing it on iTunes, I'm realizing it must have been the floating-lamp ballad, so of course I was too absorbed in the gorgeous visuals. And by the fact that Rapunzel and Whatsisname had really "clicked" by that point in the movie, sorta without me noticing when that happened. By Disney standards, this is basically their "Bound to You." Lovelier, and less likely to make your paramour run in the opposite direction. But I wouldn't call it a great tune, and why so much self-quotation, Alan Menken? "If she's here / It's crystal clear" does not lead to the line, "Now I'm in a whole new world...," but you're forgiven for thinking it will.

5:40: I wonder, does she sing this in the movie while having sex for the first time with Garrett Hedlund? Is that why the back half of the song mostly comprises her stretching out the word "Hooooome," and looping the weirdly lethargic phrase "I'm finally coming..." I wasn't even trying to go there. Honestly, it wasn't even till I typed the lyric that I saw where we were headed. I just meant, she sure seems distracted by the end. But also too bummed out for this to be a boudoir song. Maybe she sings it to a vodka bottle?

5:38: Whereas the Gwyneth song from Country Strong, which is called "Coming Home," and which I haven't heard before, is pretty hooky in a pop-country lamentation way. Her vocals, which admittedly are not what voters are supposed to be adjudicating, show her to better advantage than the endlessly snippeted title song does.

5:35: Gearing up with nominated Original songs. I'd like to remind everyone that "Bound to You" is the mad torch ballad Christina wails in Burlesque just as she and Cam are at last consummating their googly eyes. "Can't you see I'm here in chains??!" is surely one of the Top 5 mid-coital interjections ever. I still can't tell whether this song is impressively snatched back from the precipice of nutso inanity or whether it plunges right over that same ledge.



4:30: You can tell the Globes are nearing, because Derek is sprinting out of the house. He likes to stick around for me and my awards shows about as much as Stella Kowalski likes to hang out through Stanley's sodden poker games. I have a hard time understanding the total lack of appeal involved in joining me, rapt in front of a ceremony he doesn't care about, devoted to movies he mostly didn't see, starring actors he frequently doesn't recognize, with me crankily disapproving of chatter and/or totally ignoring him because I'm typing. But for whatever reason, it's not his bag.



2:45: Okay, officially no Illusionist before the Globes. Must keep working, and also thinking about what I'll eat tonight. I know it's more in the spirit to wonder what I should wear, but until they nominate me (Best Critic Who Barely Ever Scratches Out a Full Review, maybe), I'm staying in sweat pants.



12:04: Reading Guy's predictions now. I actually have no willpower, at all. He thinks The Fighter will pull off the Micky Ward upset in the top category. I'd love to see it. I only worry about the Scent of a Woman-based logical analogy, because what I assume distinguishes the two cases is that I don't think the Fighter team has invited the entire HFPA for a filet mignon dinner and a meet-and-greet with the star, as is widely reported to have transpired during the '92 balloting season. Though if they invited all the foreign journos to a "Meet the Seven Sisters!" Chowder Cookoff, it's in the bag.

12:00: Six hours before the red-carpet interviews start. Busy with work, though also tempted to go catch The Illusionist, since it's the only one of tonight's nominees that I haven't seen, wish I could, and actually have available to me in the Chicago market. Plus, it's Guy Lodge's favorite of 2010, he and Tim Robey are both quoted on the poster, and Tim Brayton gave it a 10/10 review yesterday. How much more incentive does a fellow need? Especially since if I stay home, I'll be too tempted to actually read the details of Tim's review, or scour Guy's Golden Globe predictions, which I feel duty-bound to avoid for the time being, so I don't steal all of his prognosticative hunches.

Or, I could spend the time watching Alice in Wonderland, which you can rent at 7-Eleven, right next to the Slurpee machine. Or, I could Dogtooth my own jaw. Really, the only discouraging factor against seeing The Illusionist is that it's NFL Playoff day in Chicago, and I'm scared of all the hopped-up Bears fans on the El. We'll see what happens.



The Night Before: Check back here starting at 6:00pm Central Standard Time (7pm by Angelika time, 4pm at the Arclight) for the beginning of Golden Globes coverage. I've live-blogged the ceremony twice in the past, though only on the second of those occasions were we treated to a full-blown ceremony. It's almost my favorite way to enjoy this increasingly fruitcake occasion, so I hope you'll tune in. I'll post a few thoughts in the middle of Sunday afternoon, just so you know a bit about where I'm coming from. If you're feeling ambitious, of age, and strong of stomach, you can attempt Nathaniel's well-reasoned drinking game, though I myself will abstain. I think. Probably.

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33 Comments:

Blogger Shtajner said...

Could you now please tell us who's your pick as the Best Actor for 2007? Visiting your recent reminding of live blogging at the Globes 2008 I figured that my favorite actor Daniel Day-Lewis isn't your pick for that fantastic turn in There Will Be Blood (and I really hoped he would be). And since you never published the winner in that category (only the nominees, and as I remember they were: Muhe, Del Torro, Day-Lewis, Jones and Pinsent), I never actually knew who was the Number 1... So "please, please, please, let me, let me, let me, let me" know who that is! :)

4:48 AM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger NicksFlickPicks said...

@Shtajner: I actually don't pick winners, but if I did/had, it would have been Del Toro.

9:16 AM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger NATHANIEL R said...

OMG. i can't wait to read this but I'll feel so unworthy live-blogging alongside you. u are the best live-blogger bar none.

10:15 AM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Cal said...

The Illusionist is seriously special. So gorgeous.

I'm making Cosmopolitans for the red carpet pre-ceremony show, like the shameless alcoholic that I am. Not sure that The Fighter can take it, but in terms of upsets I reckon Darren Aronofsky might have a shot at beating out Fincher.

4:02 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger NicksFlickPicks said...

Hey, Cal! So glad you're here for the party. You can set up your little Cosmo station right next to me.

I'm thinking the same thing about Aronofsky. I suspect he'll come close, but not quite close enough to get Fincher.

4:23 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Lev Lewis said...

I'm working tonight and thus missing out on the telecast. But seeing as it's looking like a slow night at the restaurant I'm at, I might be able to follow along with your sure to be brilliant blogging. Which is about as good a consolation as any. Can't wait.

4:28 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger NicksFlickPicks said...

All my favorite people are already popping into the party! A good sign...

4:30 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Colin Low said...

Yay, the first live-blog I can attend in a shared time-zone! (My first live live-blog, if you will.) Haven't got a TV, but it'll be fun nonetheless to keep refreshing this page, and read your far more interesting thoughts and gripes between pages of Socrates pontificating endlessly to one of his yes-boys. Hoorah!

5:10 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Colin Low said...

Also, hee, re: Derek. Ain't that the truth. At least he doesn't insist on seeing Tron: Legacy when you'd rather catch True Grit or Burlesque (sadly, my true story).

5:14 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Cal said...

I had similar problems with my beau too. Is prioritising film awards that unreasonable?

Currently lamenting about how Joan Rivers has been relegated to Fashion Police and no longer mocks people directly from the red carpet.

5:27 PM, January 16, 2011  
Anonymous Mike P said...

I was going to ask if I could come over and watch these with you, but I think this is better. Although I do love prosecco.

6:38 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Cal said...

I am HORRIFIED that Alexa Chung has made it to the other side of the Atlantic. I sympathise!

Also: Is Anne Hathaway starring in a remake of Barbarella?

6:46 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Sam Brooks said...

I am reading with bated breaths. This show has turned from the Globes into "Yell at the TV" Awards.

7:38 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Aaron said...

I'm reading. I event sent you a tweet! Guess you're not reading there. But I'm enjoying it - keep it up!

7:39 PM, January 16, 2011  
Anonymous Calvin said...

Enjoying every minute of your live blog! A great companion to the show.

7:40 PM, January 16, 2011  
Anonymous Calvin said...

Sent this via Twitter, but I'll comment here. I remember Ricky being just as nasty and uncomfortable last year at the Globes. Can't imagine what it's like in that room.

7:43 PM, January 16, 2011  
Anonymous Dave said...

I agree that Gervais is being uncomfortably harsh. Yes, some of the nominees this year were pretty poor, but not every film can reach the high standards of "The Invention of Lying".

7:45 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Mikadzuki said...

Not only am I reading this liveblog, but it's the only Globes coverage I've got! Thankfully it's hilarious; I'm picturing my own offensive Ricky Gervais routine and extravagant dresses to go along with your words.

7:52 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger James T said...

I woke up to your live-blogging the Globes!

It has been lovely so far. Thanks so much!

I live-blogged the Oscars last year and no one was there. I still had a good time, though.

8:16 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Robert Hamer said...

"I'm not sure I'd have voted for Jacki, and I might even think Melissa's better..."

Interesting, I didn't know you were so split over the two. I do know why you were rooting for Jacki, though; she's the most vulnerable player against cheater Steinfeld for an Oscar nomination.

9:01 PM, January 16, 2011  
Anonymous GlenH said...

I was going to man-up and call the dentist, or watch one of the masterpieces sitting on the table. But now I'll just have to spend the whole day hitting that button.

9:42 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Robert Hamer said...

How...did Colin Firth already become the Best Actor frontrunner? A lot of great work this year and he's just steamrolling through all of them without a hint of competition.

9:54 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Cal said...

You have to wonder if they hired some researcher to find the only relatable monarch with a disability.

10:05 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger Daniel Smith said...

I have to take exception at your slam of The Pacific. The first episode isn't that great, probably the weakest one, and if you hated it I'll admit that you might not find much of value in the rest of it. But for me, Part Nine was the single best hour of TV I've seen in years. (Part Four wasn't far behind.) The best since The Wire or Deadwood were on the air, or maybe since one of the first-season episodes of Friday NIght Lights. I know you're not much of a TV-watcher, so these aren't the most meaningful comparisons, so I'll just say I was blown away by Part Nine and leave it at that.

I did love your commentary though, and it was much more entertaining than watching the show would've been. (For the first time in well over a decade, I didn't watch.) Your live-blogs are always priceless, and I usually go back and read them several times.

10:21 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger NicksFlickPicks said...

Thanks, everyone!

@Daniel: I am completely prepared to believe you. That may well have been an awful start to a strong series; stranger things have happened. I just couldn't shake how flimsy it felt enough to soldier on (as it were!). But you, having seen it, are in a thousand-times-better position to pass judgment! Glad to hear it builds and ends so much more strongly than it starts.

10:35 PM, January 16, 2011  
Blogger NATHANIEL R said...

beautiful as per usual. so so funny. And I'm just chuffed to see ABILIFY having a return engagement.

i didn't know about the Linney :(

10:55 PM, January 16, 2011  
Anonymous Bryan said...

Ha! I think you're right about Temple Grandin. This must feel odd for Claire Danes, considering that she probably filmed it, like, 4 years ago. And I could have sworn that she already won a SAG Award for it...

And why did Lea Michele appear overcome with emotion the entire evening? I wouldn't be surprised to re-watch the telecast and find that she became a hot mess when it was announced that Carlos won.

Oh, and "lip gloss emergency"? I bow down to you, sir.

12:58 AM, January 17, 2011  
Anonymous Dean said...

A great read to recap the night, hilarious

2:28 AM, January 17, 2011  
Anonymous Patrick said...

"The ad is just a catalog of miseries, real or possible. I bet Alejandro González Iñárritu made it."

I laughed out loud at that! Love your blog.

12:10 PM, January 17, 2011  
Blogger Walter L. Hollmann said...

I laughed more reading this than watching the show (and I laughed a lot during the show)! Awesome work, best I've seen!

1:37 PM, January 17, 2011  
Blogger Dame James said...

I find it such a relief that Nick, the classiest blogger on the interweb, has such a catty streak. It makes me feel better about my own bitchiness during the show. This was seriously as enjoyable to read as the Globes were to watch (and I had a ton of fun).

4:07 PM, January 17, 2011  
Blogger Dr. S said...

'Cause this is how my life goes, I'm taking a break from reading Adam Bede to catch up on your liveblog from last night.

re: 8:57: I'm dorky enough that I almost always laugh at M&Ms commercials. I think they're funny! The other ad I've just been served is for the new Matt Damon-Emily Blunt vehicle The Adjustment Bureau, which seems to have intruded into that tiny plot of thematic ground that Liam Neeson's been claiming as his own: the paranoid thriller about conspiracies I can't imagine taking seriously, in movies that just don't look very good.

I went to see True Grit the other night and saw trailers for The Adjustment Bureau and Unknown back to back -- Unknown being the latest Liam Neeson paranoid thriller! wherein January Jones helps him lose his identity in Berlin! My overall feeling was that this pairing of trailers suggests that we're getting pretty effin' paranoid about Big Systems Watching Us. Which, in turn, makes me think fondly of the fact that The Social Network *didn't* really go that route, even though its trailer suggested that it could well have (and even though it is yet another Big System).

So. That's a lot to say about 8:57 p.m. Hee.

9:44 PM, January 17, 2011  
Anonymous Bluemoon02 said...

That wasn't Julie anDreWS!!! LoL!!!
It's some old dame possibly related to Emma Stone. And I wonder what is going through Stone's mind as she is seated beside Brangelina.

2:41 AM, January 19, 2011  

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