As events played out, the most recent entries appeared on the top of the page, so readers could simply hit Reload and see the newest stuff. This is also the easiest way for me to write and publish. Now, for clarity, I've switched the order, so that you can follow the whole transcript from chronological beginning to end.11:45:
Morning preparations for the Golden Globes officially commence with the pouring of tonic water into the ice-cube trays, for later. The gin's not going to dilute itself, people, and I think this live-blog pretty much doubled as community service last year
when I taught you about freezing the tonic water
. That's what Clooney does. Mavis Gary, too, in her little Minneapolitan skypod.
I'll be bobbing in and out until about 6:00pm CST, when the peanut gallery will be in full voice. Between now and then, we'll be listening to the nominated songs, and finding other ways to ask, Who is fit to inherit the mantle of The Social Network
, Sharon Stone, and Keri Russell? If you don't think this is all very important, and quite a bit of fun, you're making a very grave mistake, comparable to not freezing the tonic water, and you haven't read this delightful, up-with-Globes missive
from Tom Shone.
(If you're looking to kill time before the show, especially if you're new in these parts, have a poke around the blog and over at the website
. Lots of exciting Best Actress action unfolding as we speak. Got a favorite Patricia Neal or Geena Davis movie? Don't be shy!)
In fact, let's squeeze in a song while we're getting ready to go to brunch. Elton John, bring it.
PRE-SHOW ORIGINAL SONG-A-PALOOZA11:57:
Hmmmm... feeling a little bit Electric Light Orchestra at the outset... Something about colors, and life being a many-splendored thing. I can mostly
decipher the lyrics, beneath all the production, once again happening inside a room made of the finest sheet metal.
"Like a fly on the back of a bird"? Is that what he said? "Hello hello / My my my, what have we here?... Someone's out
there, to say, Hello!" That part I'm sure about. These are
the lyrics. But what this has to do with garden gnomes expressing themselves in iambic pentameter, I'll never know. (Wait, Gnomeo & Juliet
is not in pentameter?)
Okay, well. It'll get better from there. Heading out to brunch, among a restaurant full of disgruntled Bears fans, still lamenting the post-season that will never be. These people are hung up on all the wrong interests, obviously.
Okay, we're listening again to that final lullaby from Albert Nobbs
and thinking about what to wear tonight. Perhaps, as inspired by Janet McTeer in Nobbs
, we will opt for eight layers of wool knits. We've always been Sinéad fans, ever since she rocked the 1989 Grammys in her combat boots and inked-up scalp. Sinéad was the original girl with a dragon tattoo, and she still gets to us more than Lisbeth. But this song is so airy? As Joe Reid observed
, for a movie that lingered in pre-production for almost as long as I've been alive, a lot of its choices seem bizarrely vague, and the lyrics of "Lay Your Head Down" are a case in point. Who is the speaker in this song? Who is the audience? The baby at the end? Albert? In Albert's case, "lay your head down, darling," seems like a recommendation in questionable taste. What does each verse or even each line have to do with each other? Somehow the "la la la"s don't make it easier to puzzle out.
Derek feeling a little aggrieved about the $1.29 I have spent on a song from Gnomeo & Juliet
. Explaining the scenario of that film induced a 60-second, gaping-mouthed, frozen closeup, while he gripped his Argo Tea. A sea of emotions. Very Nicole Kidman in Birth
. I promise it was my hard-earned $1.29, not his.
So we've moved on to Madonna
. "And I... can't
tell you why... it
hurts so much... to be in love with a masterpiece." Sort of "La Isla Bonita" after three Bufferins. "If you were the Mona Lisa, you'd be hanging in the Louvre...." I mean, I guess you can't argue with that.
This, too, feels thrown together in an almost blasé way, like something Madge put together while lying down in the third living room in the East Wing of the homestead, one leg on the couch and one off, both in slippers. "'Cause after all, nothing's indestructible." Again, who is saying this? What does this mean? Is this koan directed at W.E.
's critics? If "it hurts so much to be in love with a masterpiece," is that supposed to ameliorate the experience of being confronted with a movie that is, from what I gather, definitely not that?
Okay, I was going to space these out, but now that the usual sick thud associated with Best Original Song is overtaking me, let's soldier forward. Where is my Help
DVD? Having already watched Viola walk down that tree-lined lane two times, I think I'll watch the "Living Proof" music video, advertised as a special feature.
So, doesn't it seem like the characters in The Help
are always driving down that one road any time they're going anywhere? Emma pulling into town. Bryce getting liquored up on her way to tear Skeeter a new one. Even though that dirt road seems to dead-end at one big house?
So this is not a jewel of a lyric, either, but Mary J. is sort of the Viola of the reigning R&B thrushes. You can hand her some borderline pap, and she will dig out that emotional truth. Hard to separate performance from the song. Either way, it sure outclasses the other three. (Low bar.)
(Re: Mary J. Blige: you've all read this
, right? One of my favorite things on the internet, even if they're a tad hard on Mary outside of T.T.L.O.A.E.J.
, and Mariah totally gets jacked in terms of Weight Fluctuation and Hand Gestures.)
So, we're spending another $1.29 on a cut from Machine Gun Preacher
Is that the instrumentation from "Solsbury Hill" under Cornell's voice and lyric?
"Beauty and truth collide / Where love meets genocide...," and then something about fear. An allusion to machine-gun rounds echoing across a smoke-filled valley on fire, but I'm still hearing this daintily plucked acoustic guitar, re: A John Williams Christmas
or similar. I like Chris Cornell, but...
Chris Cornell can obviously write a good song, but this
song, I don't know. Would it help if I'd seen the movie? Anyway, remember when Sound Effects and Makeup used to be occasional awards at the Oscars, saved for really remarkable accomplishments? I would urge all film-awards bodies to go this route on Original Song. You hate for something like "Streets of Philadelphia" or "Things Have Changed" to get missed, and some years admittedly have pretty good rosters, but too often it is just a hot
Okay, so I'm a Mary J. Blige voter. Who would ever have seen this coming?
Back between 5:30 and 6:00 CST. Thanks for tuning in already, folks in Sherman Oaks and Mississippi, Toronto and Slough, Greece and Estonia! Enjoying the night's global theme already.
All right, we're back up! I have settled in with some of the key ingredients, including the Caesar salad, the POM juice (heart healthy!), and the whole gin & tonic situation. Also, failing my ability to procure chocolate pie, Big League chew, a cake shaped like a carrot, Hawaiian pineapple, or Carnage
cobbler (née cafloutis), I am making it happen with this Golden Globe-shaped truffle
from the chocolate-maker down the street. You'll notice I couldn't buy just onecould you?but the Globe is in the back. You won't miss it.
And we're off to a good start, with no sound on the NBC feed!
Not that I don't prefer Carson Daly in silence, but are they really taunting me like this? I still can't hear a single thing.
Ricky Gervais scowling already, in his cranberry and black suit, talking to a reporter while his wife looks very much
like they've just been arguing... and here's the sound! Right in on the line, "Their heads would explode!" and "If anyone's offended, I won't care."
Melissa McCarthy and her swell-looking Air Marshal, Ben! She's doing Badgley Mischka, and what looks a lot like Laura Linney's Oscar hair from '04. I have never hoped to see that again, but it's Melissa, so we love.
Carson Daly's already got Brad and Angelina. She is great
at encapsulating her movie, and her attachments to the subject matter. It's a little awkward for Carson to have to hurricane right over to Brad: "Yeah, yeah, Bosnia! Totally! And what about Moneyball
? How about that?"
Julianna Margulies, looking great in a sort of black-raspberry dress, has decided "They never give Golden Globes to the same performance twice," so she has no reason to be nervous. This is not strictly
true, but if it's getting Julianna through The Stuff, we will let her think this. And if some sweet angel told her this just to help her out, don't tell Julianna!
We are all
about the performative utterance tonight. The false but self-ratifying statement. Viz. Carson to Charlize: "Tell me about this movie and this character that absolutely everyone has responded to." So... she's supposed to talk about... Kristen in Bridesmaids
? Surely he can't mean Mavis. Or that box-office juggernaut, Young Adult
While some gal talks to Zooey Deschanel, I just have to tell you how fierce Viola Davis is looking in dark, dark mulberry, somewhere in the background. I guess we'll get to her later. So many colors tonight!
Paula Patton in buttery yellow. Laura Dern in glittery jade-green. Nary a champagne gown in sight, so far!
Michelle Williams's dress is a form-fitting, high-necked, long-sleeved violet dress, with a kind of lacy material... And then there is a headband. It's Rita Hayworth meets Gold's Gym. But she's so sweet, and these sorts of events are so obviously not her rhythmmetabolically*so we cut her slack. (*Thank you, Judy Davis, in perpetuity, for that.)
Commercial break, but picture and sound are both still being sheisty with me. We have 47 minutes to work. this. out., NBC.
The same gal who was quizzing Julianna if she no longer cares because she won last year is now asking Steve Buscemi the same thing. She has elected on an angle. She's going to play it. Don't talk to her if you didn't win last year.
"All you fashionistas out there, here is your dream woman
, Nicole Richie." We have entered a surreal zone, no less so because Nicole Richie's hair ("by Suave Professionals") is an explicit homage to Bib Fortuna. And you Return of the Jedi
what I mean
Elton John's here with his partner David Furnish, who I didn't realize produced Gnomeo & Juliet
. "It was a labor of love, it took eleven years." He spent eleven years
on Gnomeo & Juliet
. You guys.
The "Since You Won Last Year" lady is talking to the head of the HFPA. "Are you allowed to tell me your favorite movie of the year?" I suspe whoa
, Elle Macpherson. (The HFPA lady is comparing the Globes to the United Nations.)
My silence about Seth Rogen and his interview answers was conspicuous, people. And Rob Lowe is still auditioning as a natural comedian. It's fine.
Mary J. Blige is this year's torch-bearer for the annual effort to repeat Penélope Cruz's feathered-train look from the '06 Oscars. Somebody always
tries this. It never goes the same way. Admittedly, no one until Mary J. has thought to pair that bottom-of-the-dress treatment with a form-fitting sequined top. Hope you've all bought her album, No More Drama, Ever, Again, Part I: The Sequel: Only the Beginning
Octavia Spencer, whom I almost just called Octavia Butler, is looking ravishing in perfect makeup, gorgeous hairstyling, and an expertly tailored pink dress that cinches perfectly at the middle. She swats down a dumb rumor that her interviewer heard about A Total Dress Emergency!!!, and when told to enjoy the party tonight, she answers, "I already am." I assume this implies bourbon or similar, and we love her for that.
Commercial break for John Carter
. WHY is this no longer called John Carter of Mars
? Whom do they possibly think they are more successfully wooing with that
title? Maybe The Courtship of Eddie's Father
should have just been called Eddie
. I wish Kill Bill
had just been called Bill
, so it could have made $900 million.
I will seize on this Southwest Airlines commercial to admit my deficits. I have not seen War Horse
, In the Land of Blood and Honey
, most of the Animated nominees, or, um, any of the television. So you can process any smack-talking through that filter. But you know, I'm working at about 90%.
Carson: "Madonna, I just got done talking to Elton John." Madonna: "Really? Was he wearing a green dress?" Shade
. She talks about how her nominated song,
Is Morgan Freeman dating Frances Fisher now??? Clint's ex? How long has this been the case? Was Unforgiven
secretly Jules & Jim
and we didn't have any idea? (If you perceived the infrared love triangle that was playing out beneath the brown surface of Unforgiven
, tell me all about it in the Comments.)
The big Nicole Richie Fan is now telling Claire Danes that last year, "You just oozed beauty onto the carpet." Keats, not even Keats could have come up with that.
More great-looking people: Amy Poehler (sparkly, interesting seams), Reese Witherspoon. Can I say Viola again?
Mila Kunis hauls out with the first black dress of the hour, which at 6:33 is pretty amazing. She says last year she was "like a young kid," but this year is totally different. Having passed through the purging fire of Friends with Benefits
, she stands before us, catapulted into adulthood.
Salma Hayek, my all-time favorite announcer of the Oscar nominations. Do you remember how she lost her mind
with enthusiasm for Penélope and for the fortuitous Year of All Mexicans in 2006? I don't think she'll be as rapturous giving an award to Modern Family
or New Girl
, but she doesn't need to be.
Leonardo DiCaprio was attracted to playing J. Edgar Hoover "because I don't really know how to define him." Sell us on that performance, Leo!
The cracks in Natalie Portman's thesping show. Under hot lights and a million cameras, in a very pretty but architecturally complicated magenta dress, she tries to ask Benjamin Millepied through a completely fixed smile, "Please stop walking so fast." Doesn't work. We can read your lips, Natalie. You both look annoyed. Benjamin sighs. He was born to move fleetly, with grace!
, Baby! It is the Globes
! Repeat readers from past liveblogs know how much this ad means to me, every year. "Elderly patients taking Abilify have an increased risk of death or stroke." We are now up to three invocations of possible death. And this year, the commercial is animated
. And the final title card wants us to know that the drug is really called Aririprazole. Abilify is just its sexy celebrity pseudonym, for TV.
The lady I've now learned to call Natalie ("You won last year," etc.) asks Matt LeBlanc what it's like to play himself on Episodes
, and he shrugs off the question, obviously wanting us to know that he acts
. So, her follow up is, "In real-life, are you a lot like your Joey character from Friends
?" She is not feeling
LeBlanc as a thespian, people. And we know she likes her questions once she's decided on them.
I feel you should all know that the gin & tonic is in my well-preserved Great Muppet Caper glass
, from Burger King '82. My own little protest about whatever Anti-Muppet Fatwa went down among the song nominators.
The fashionista, the one who's not called Natalie (I think she's called Jeanie?), is talking to Emma Stone, whose dress is quite beautiful: sort of very, very deep purple, and some kind of magenta strip that's either part of a purse I can't see, or a component of the dress I don't fully comprehend. But Jeanie is having an intense case of Searching for Debra Winger
Syndrome, because she is telling every one of these ladies that they are the best-dressed and they are her favorite. Does she not think they are all headed into the same room as each other? Do actresses not talk? In fairness, maybe their first topic isn't, "Hey, what'd Jeanie ask you?"
A birth-control product called Periguard is now being advertised, but you shouldn't take it if you have "certain cancers." Also "fewer than 1% of people who take Periguard are at risk of potentially life-threatening pelvic inflammations."
An ad with Ricky Gervais, where NBC once again tries to convince us that he was a Brave, Truth-Telling Comic last year, not a pretty lame a-hole who berated pretty ego-less nominees and made really, really, really cutting-edge jokes about Robert Downey Jr. in rehab, Charlie Sheen with hookers, and women in Hollywood who get plastic surgery. I really can't believe we were all so hard on his unbelievably vanguard material, but he must just be so far out in front of us that we think he's behind.
Natalie, the interviewer, not the slow-walking actress, wants to know how Glenn Close came to get an Original Song nomination. Glenn's answerI want you to really take note hereis that the composer wrote a beautiful melody, and she wrote a lyric, and so they had a song. Good for Glenn, though, for naming so many Nobbs
people by name: the composer, the wigmaker, the makeup artists, Janet McTeer. Total team player, that one.
I'm not just saying this to flatter Joe Reid
, but Reese Witherspoon not only looks her best ever, in cherry red and in long, loose hair, but she pretty much vanquishes everyone else on the carpet. She looks amazing. Though no one has spoken with her.
Bryan Cranston looking great in his tux and his beard. Jeanie: "I think we're having fashion sex right now!" Cranston: "Uh, yeah, that's exactly right!"
The cast of Modern Family
is like the cast of The Fighter
was last year, and the way the Friends
cast always was. They just all
seem like they really, really, really, really like each other. My deep thought of the evening is: that's so fun.
So (commercial) one more thing about how we're going to proceed. I've already written predictions in each category, and though I won't post them till we get to each award, I won't change my mind about them during the ceremony. Not even if a colossal Ides of March
sweep sets in early and just starts devouring everything in its path. I've considered that eventuality, but I will stand fast.
Natalie, when asked, says the person she was most excited to see tonight was Ricky Gervais. NBC has told their interviewers what
Heeeere's Ricky. (First death glare is from Charlize, and she packs a big one.)
First joke is against NBC, and then he goes after the Globes, and Kim Kardashian. "The Oscars are to the Golden Globes what Kate Middleton is to Kim Kardashian." That's not bad.
Joke about Eddie Murphy and Norbit
preceded by what feels a lot like a gay innuendo?
Jodie Foster plays along gamely with a Mel Gibson/Jodie's Beaver joke, and even thumbs-up's him through the joke until he turns on The Beaver
a little. And now a Justin Bieber turkey-basting joke.
Glare count has now escalated to Amy Poehler and Elton John (burning
). When Ricky gets to Bridesmaids
, Melissa McCarthy looks terrified at what he might say.
Ricky pulls out Johnny Depp, who is profoundly orange. And asks him point-blank, "Have you seen The Tourist
yet?" Which is a pretty good joke. But Johnny Depp gives a really nice spin to his own first line, "Awwww. He's - fun." Johnny's here to plug Hugo
. This is what we're starting with?
Are those two kids gonna bop out here and present Animated Feature or something? No: Gerard Butler and Mila Kunis. Gerard still rocking the lion's mane.
7:09: BEST SUPPORTING ACTORI WANT: Christopher Plummer
, because he was great in his movie and
avoided a lot of more obvious approaches and
was Mike Wallace and Captain Von Trapp and
leaves these others in the dust, even Viggo and Albert.I PREDICT: Plummer
. Brooks could happen, but I don't think so. Better shot here than with Oscar, though.
Viggo Mortensen is working a Martin Luther King honorary lapel pin.VERDICT:
It's Plummer! Gerard gives him a frat-boy roar, and Mila's super excited, too. Plummer thanks his fellow nominees first, and then, "That wily Scot, Ewan - that scene-stealing [something] from the Outer Hebrides." Shout-out to Cosmo the Dog! That's Cosmo 1, Uggie 0, for the only time tonight.
Plummer is seeming more frail tonight, and certainly much slurrier, than he was at the BFCA's. Lovely tribute to his wife of 43 years.
7:13: TV BEST ACTRESS (COMEDY)I WANT: Amy Poehler
, because she always livens up these joints in the most hilarious ways, but then never actually gets to be at the daïs. Though you know I love my Lauras.I PREDICT: Zooey Deschanel
, because the first-timers and ingénues always get a leg up from these skeezes. (Which doesn't mean the gals don't deserve it. There's just some serious B.A.A. going on, which is Babe Affirmative Action.)VERDICT: Laura Dern
! Stopping that Deschanel train. This is her third Globe in five nominations. She really pulls these down! She's the new Angelina, and I always like her speeches. I love that she's here with Mama Diane. Elle Macpherson is behind her, wondering if she can pull off another fierce runway walk off the stage, just like the one she threw down on the way out. She hasn't even noticed Ashton Kutcher, I don't think, and just try blaming her.
Meryl Streep is seated right next to Harvey Weinstein. I know she doesn't take the Celebrity Power thing at all seriously, but I'm surprised there's not someone somewhere whose job was to figure out at least a body or two to squeeze in between them. I mean, we want Meryl to have fun, right? Even if we don't think we want her to win?
A really insane blacksmith-themed Velveeta commercial, which just makes Velveeta seem even more unappealing. But then my favorite AT&T ad, with the guy checking the game while he's on a date.
Julianne!!!!!!! Still rocking emerald earrings, ten years after she first pulled 'em out. The Teleprompter people have played
the hell out of Julianne and Rob Lowe. They are at an absolute loss as to what to say. But Helen Mirren loves a good snafu; she's eating this up in the audience. You will be stunned to learn that Andie MacDowell has a gorgeous daughter.
7:20: TV BEST MADE-FOR-TV MOVIE/MINISERIESI WANT: Mildred Pierce
, which I didn't love, but you know I like to see my Todd.I PREDICT: Downton Abbey
, because seriously, you people are obsessed
! You internet people! You!VERDICT:
They threw the Mildred
strangulation right into the preview clip! And they don't even let Julianne give the award to Todd Haynes, which sucks, because of course
it goes to Downton Abbey
. The cast of this joint have a weird Sopranos
-y affect tonight. I am not
feeling the waves of Modern Family
7:22: TV BEST ACTRESS (MOVIE/MINISERIES)I WANT: Emily Watson
, because I've never heard her give a speech, and I was just celebrating her birthday
yesterday, and we need some surprises up in this.I PREDICT: Kate Winslet
, because f'real. These people put out for her in Revolutionary Road
, and if you're willing to do that
, there is no turning back.
Diane, Kate, and Emily all look super! And now
Julianne will get to make Todd Haynes's night.VERDICT: Kate Winslet
, stuck in the back with all the other half-citizens who do TV instead of movies, or even in addition to movies. There's a sort of one-drop rule happening. Do TV once, and move to the back row, people. Todd Haynes gets his close-up, and Kate is devoting her whole speech to him. "I learned things from you that I will remember for the rest of my life." Love her thanks to HBO, "for being absent when we needed you to be absent, and present when we needed you to be present."
Turns out you can be Kate Winslet
and Stick Man will play you off. So it's definitely On tonight.
7:27: You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger
vet Freida Pinto pops in to plug Midnight in Paris
. She insists there's something we learn during it, and I don't think Freida would lie. Kate Capshaw bolts for the bathroom and brings Spielberg with her. Jane Lynch and Glenn Close entertain each other.
Alexandre Desplat's Birth
score has been scooped for a Cadillac ad. Which makes sense from a certain POV, since it's a Cadillac among scores. But I hope he exacted the same "Oh, you like me now
!" tariff that other un-nominated but brilliant scores have deserved over the years upon becoming Madison Ave staples. Kronos Quartet and Clint Mansell know exactly what I'm talking about.
I'd love one more paean to Todd Haynes before the evening's over, but I don't assume we're going to get one.
Jeremy Irons chaperones Aida Takla O'Reilly, the impresaria of the Hollywood Foreign Press, and he throws a supportive arm around her. Nicole Kidman pays her some fixed attention. Nicole is seated with Harrison Ford? Madonna does that amazingly sphinxlike thing she does where you can't tell if she's focused of if she's inwardly laughing at this woman.
Shailene Woodley is only a lukewarm Jake Gyllenhaal fan, based on applause levels. Jake's here to intro My Week with Marilyn
. It took me an embarrassingly long time to make the Michelle Williams connection between this actor and this movie. Michelle Williams's headband is quite spangly, so that makes it less Gold's Gym, though I still don't get it.
William H. Macy and Madeleine Stowe, fairly impassive in the face of the Gervais. Salma Hayek actively annoyed. Paula Patton cheering up Melissa McCarthy.
7:36: TV BEST ACTOR (DRAMA)I WANT: Damian Lewis
, because we all have our crushes, and stop acting like we don't.I PREDICT: Bryan Cranston
, because Hugh Laurie is the only repeat winner in this category in almost 30 years, and Cranston's never copped this. Odd, since Cranston has, what, six Emmys, and Laurie has none. Grammer could also get it, based on novelty of the showwhich, again, the HFPA really goes for.VERDICT:
Paula Patton's really happy for Kelsey Grammer
; I take it she isn't a huge "Bryan Craston" fan. Melissa McCarthy still looks sort of... irked. But how is Kelsey Grammer already married again?
7:38: TV BEST SERIES (DRAMA)I WANT: Homeland
, I guess, but only because it sounds like the smartest of the lot, based on friends' reviews. I don't really have a strong preference here. I PREDICT: Homeland
, since it seems to have the critical heat, and TV Globes are always about what's hot this. exact. second.
Which is at least better than the Emmys can usually say.VERDICT: Homeland
. Paul Feig is stand-up-and-clap excited about this; Ben Kingsley's wife seems pretty outraged. Melissa McCarthy's mood is still not totally clearing. I'm really eager to check out this show. I didn't know Michael Cuesta directed it! But I did know it starred "the incandescent Claire Danes and the irrepressible Damian Lewis." I did not know Damian Lewis was "irrepressible," and I wonder what that means. Doesn't it seem unavoidably euphemistic in this context? I mean, he's not Roberto Benigni.
M.G.C. Mutual Goddess Contact: Laura Linney has pushed her way to the Apartheid Barrier that keeps the TV people from the movie people, and she kisses Charlize Theron on the cheek and mouths at least the words "You were..." I'm assuming some vigorously complimentary adjective ensues. The overseers from District 9
cruise by with their automatic pulse-rifles, a bit discomfited by this modicum of contact between the film stars and their catfood-eating underlings.
7:44: BEST ORIGINAL SCOREI WANT: Dragon Tattoo
, which I wasn't as musically in love with as I was with Social Network
, but I think it had more going on in a more creative way than Artist
or (for crying out loud) HugoI PREDICT: The Artist
, only because they don't repeat winners a lot, though I badly
want to predict Korzeniowski, because I love smelling an HFPA rat, and these W.E.
nominations have got "Lunch is on me, fellas! Put it on my tab!" written all over 'em.
Due credit to Jimmy Fallon's quick, incredible retinue of Mick Jagger impressions.VERDICT:
Ludovic Bource for, as Fallon says, The Arteest!
Everyone claps, and then a few people pass out after Bérénice Bejo singes them with her beauty. Bource starts, "I'm sorry, I'm French."
7:48: BEST ORIGINAL SONGI WANT: "The Living Proof,"
but not because I think it's so, so fabulous. I am
excited to see Mary J. Blige become a major award winner.I PREDICT:
I think Glenn
is all over this.VERDICT: "Masterpiece"!
This isn't really a defensible win in any way, but it's worth it for the camera angle that discloses Madonna as sitting three seats down from Meryl Streep, so Nathaniel
won't be able to sleep tonight. Some genius operating the show cuts to Antonio Banderas as Madonna approaches the mic, and Melanie Griffith, also a genius, manages to look completely
away from this camera. Mary J. Blige looks a little hurt, and Elton John looks like he is not feeling the Madge. Andrea Riseborough gets a great acknowledgment, and Madonna is steely enough to get away with calling Harvey Weinstein "The Punisher."
I'm experiencing an Ignorant American moment. A Turkish actress is here to plug the planet's collective fixation on the Golden Globes, and I have no idea who she is. As compensation, I can tell you that Jodie Foster's kids are adorable. Who's feeling well-compensated?
Mascarpone ganache. This live-blog has been brought to you by Canady Le Chocolatier. Represent, Chicagoans! South Wabash, just up from Roosevelt. You won't ever be sorry.
NBC really thinks I'm going to watch this Katharine McPhee/Debra Messing show, which I'm not going to do, even with Anjelica Huston.
And wouldn't you know, here are Debra Messing and Katharine McPhee!TV BEST ACTOR (MOVIE/MINISERIES)I WANT: William Hurt
, because he was a big-deal actor to me when I first got excited about movies, before I realized it was all about the women, and it's been nice having him back.I PREDICT: Dominic West
, out of residual affection for The Wire
. But it seems like any of them could win, and I truly have no idea, or any basis to judge.VERDICT: Idris Elba
, which I'm pretty sure Nathaniel called. The offscreen announcer provides, as Idris's previous professional apex, the fact that he produced a track on Jay-Z's 2007 album. Which is great, obviously. But can I paraphrase Tess Ocean again? "He also acts
Brad Pitt, avec
cane, like Jennifer Aniston was back when she won, is plugging The Ides of March
. The Brad-George bromance is a bromance like no bromance. Will whoever wins Best Actor decide to Ving Rhames it over to the other guy?
Seth Rogen walks out with Kate Beckinsale. "Hello, I'm Seth Rogen, and I am currently trying to conceal a massive erection."BEST ACTRESS (MUSICAL/COMEDY)I WANT: Kristen Wiig
, because even if she's not a totally polished big-screen performer yet, she wrote herself a layered part and made it funny and
sobering, often mere seconds apart. Viz. "Are you f*cking kidding me??" inside the shower, straight into mauling that big cookie and losing her battle with a fondue fountain.I PREDICT: Michelle Williams
, and I'm at least interested to hear a speech from her. Have we ever heard one before?VERDICT: Michelle Williams
, even though Seth Rogen totally calls it out as "a hysterical comedy." Michelle wants to thank her daughter first, including for listening to bedtime stories for six months in a Marilyn Monroe voice. Plus, a shout-out to Marilyn's own Globe win from 1959.
Okay, so we knew that was happening. But you guys, can we talk about the huge crowd-roar for Kristen Wiig. I recognize I might be wrong about predicting her
for an upset nomination in Best Actress. But am I really crazy
for predicting this?
Also, really, Seth Rogen? Did we absolutely have to?
I mean, we absolutely had
Meanwhile, NBC has cooked up a special show to teach you that if you take a picture of your child, you are basically inviting a predator to your house. You can find out all about this ridiculous, dangerous error of yours, in an hour-long special.
8:08: TV BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR (SERIES/MOVIE/MINISERIES)I WANT: Brían O'Byrne
, who is to Mildred Pierce
what Patrick Wilson was to Angels in America
in 2003: the best, most self-effacing actor in the trickiest part in a large-ish male ensemble, so you just know he's the one who'll never win anything, or even get nominated. Which he isn't, in this case. Phooey. Can I say 'Phooey'?I PREDICT: Peter Dinklage
, because whatever's happening with him on that show, the world is apparently in thrall.VERDICT: Peter Dinklage
. I am Cassandra! But I would rather talk about un-nominated Jesse Tyler Ferguson hilariously holding an index card that says, "Whatever..." over Eric Stonestreet's shoulder while his nomination was announced. Peter Dinklage lets us know that his mother instructed him that Guy Pearce would be winning. Why didn't she call me? I am Cassandra! (Peter ends by telling us to Google Martin Henderson.)
George Clooney walks out with Brad Pitt's cane, which Angelina Jolie finds hilarious. Oh, so of cou yes. George is pitching Moneyball
. This is all very sweet, but I enjoy that Meryl and Viola can just support each other on their own time, in subtle ways. I realize these guys are friends. I toooootally
8:13: BEST ANIMATED FEATUREI WANT:
To not have this category. Beauty and the Beast
, The Lion King
, and Toy Story 2
all won Best Picture from this crowd. Maybe the Academy needs this ghetto category but the HFPA has proven they don't, and this lineup feels sad to me, even though I liked Rango
I think Rango
will pip Tintin
, unless I'm discounting the Spielberg pull too much. Based on his non-nomination for War Horse
, I'm assuming that I'm not.
Channing Tatum and Jessica Alba start us off with a little bit of Affirmative Action sermonizing about how animated features seriously are totally awesome. Because everyone in this
room only watches documentaries.VERDICT: Tintin
takes it, and while Kate Capshaw is absolutely delighted for him, Michelle Pfeiffer, sitting right on the other side of Kate, looks not even the slightest bit moved by this turn of events. I don't think her body temperature even changes during these things, unless she's getting to sing the virtues of Jeff Bridges for the masses. There's that, being at home with the kids and the donkeys, and there's pretty much everything else.
Katharine McPhee, crouching on the rug, is pouring her heart out to the über-maternal Michelle Williams. I'm pretty sure Paula Patton and Glenn Close are having the best times, out of everyone in the room. Charlize, I would say less so.
If I can be Lee Edelman for just a moment, does anyone else feel like we're getting even more "I'm a parent first and an actor second" / "I'm nervous because my new daughter is with a babysitter for the first time" / "Without my family nothing else matters" tonight than usual? Is it a defense mechanism against Gervais? Is everyone just super in touch with their whole-life priorities? I'm totally sympathetic to this, but sometimes the balance of the evening tips such that people seem cowed out of taking an evening to take pride in their specifically professional accomplishments. Just one audience member's reaction. I actually kind of liked Ricky Gervais's joke about how "none of your family members had anything to do with any
Ewan strolls out, immediately out-handsomes everyone, out-brogues everyone, and plugs 50/50
Now Clive Owen and Nicole Kidman! The producers heard that I was feeling cranky and are now trying to seduce me. It is working.BEST SCREENPLAYI WANT: Moneyball
, half for lines like "...fifty feet of crap...," and half because the other nominees are so blech.I PREDICT: The Descendants
, though I hate to. Allen's a possiblity, though. So's The Artist
. So is Moneyball
. You guys, I do not
predict The Ides of March
. Look at me go!VERDICT: Midnight in Paris
. Nicole says, "Woody wants to say thank you to the Hollywood Foreign Press," making perfectly clear that Woody has transmitted no such message.
8:23: TV BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS (SERIES/MOVIE/MINISERIES)I WANT: Jessica Lange
, because of Frances
. That's the rule, chirrens. Make Frances
, and for the rest of your life, all other things being equal (as they are here, to me), I will always back you. Also, the person who just laughed when I said "chirrens" is a big American Horror Story
fan. Make a South Carolinian happy, HFPA!I PREDICT: Sofia Vergara
, because why end the Reign of Jane Lynch and
disinvite Julie Bowen if it's not all a master-plot to let Sofia finally hit a microphone?VERDICT: Jessica Lange
, also seated in outer Kandahar. This is her fifth win, so those three-peaters like Dern and Grammer and Winslet can just stop feeling special.
Jessica Lange seems happy but maybe not ecstatic, even though her speech is incredibly sweet on the subject of writers, and good writing. She has, however, absolutely won the Reaction Shot Popularity Contest of the evening so far. Streep beams at her. McTeer beams at her, as upon a faith healer. Yes, even Pfeiffer is in love with her. I still you guys, I still miss her face, but can I say again Frances
, and on top of that Sweet Dreams
, and what if I also add, Frances
. So, it's all cool. (But is American Horror Story
really "beautifully written"? Y'all tell me? It's not quite
the impression I'd gotten, even from its delirious fans.)
Things moved too fast for me to mention that Felicity Huffman and William H. Macy charmed the room with their harmonic duet bit, upon intro'ing the category. Won themselves a round of applause. What is Felicity up to? Why haven't Desperate Housewives
made more things happen for her? Eventually, it's going to be her birthday, and I'm not going to be sure what to watch. Thought I'd have more options by now?
Two absolutely priceless cutaways before. In the first, Emily Watson leapt into enthusiastic applause for Lange, and then realized she was only a few feet away from Evan Rachel Wood, a non-winning nominee in the same category, and she grimaced in embarrassment. Even better: Donald Gummer, Mr. Streep, was just sitting in his seat, minding his business, and Madonna bounced over to sit closer to him, and he just shot her down
. That was a look
Madonna just got into a semi-humorous blacktop knife-fight with Ricky Gervais, but before we address that...BEST FOREIGN-LANGUAGE FILMI WANT: A Separation
, because it's great, and I'm a Farhadi fan, and no Iranian movie has ever won.I PREDICT:
I'm not 100% confident about A Separation
, but what would beat it? Jolie? Are they willing to be that
transparent? (Although I hear her movie's good.)VERDICT: A Separation!
Jodie Foster is a huge fan, and Madonna's right up there, too. Shailene Woodley is not feeling that any moment is taking place. Asghar Farhadi, or "Fahardi," as some offstage announcers would have it, pays tribute to the Iranian people.
8:34: TV BEST ACTRESS (DRAMA)I WANT: Madeleine Stowe
, because welcome back, Kotter! Or, Mireille Enos
, because I'm always reading people saying the meanest stuff about this series, in ways that imply to me I would like it. Plus, Patty Jenkins
trickle-down.I PREDICT: Claire Danes
, because the Globes have been on her wavelength for a long time, and her reviews for this performance are kind of mind-blowing.
Dustin Hoffman looking a little frail? Madeleine Stowe looking as gorgeous as ever, which is gorgeous
.VERDICT: Claire Danes
, who has vanquished such a completely Globes-friendly proposition in Madeleine Stowe that Danes must be a total juggernaut in the making. Claire's had her ups and downs, sort of, but she still takes Most Self-Possessed from just about everybody except Linney. (Although she's still only got three
Globes. The Lange looks at this puny trifecta, and she sneers.)
So, the Madonna-Ricky thing. He snorted at the idea of her being "like a virgin," because again, he is the Crown Prince of fresh material, and she said, at the mic, "If I'm still like a virgin, Ricky, why don't you come over here and do something about it? I haven't kissed a girl in several years. On TV." I think I was in the same place Salma Hayek visibly was: I enjoy seeing somebody fire a slingshot at Gervais, but this seemed like ...not the thing. You can see how smoothly an exchange like this flows right into an onstage moment for Asghar Farhadi. It was silky smooth.
I'm confused how these Smash
ads think they can get away with "introducing Katharine McPhee." Thank Goodness American Idol
is such a microscopic, public-access show that only airs at 3:30am.
Emily Blunt looks stunning in yellow sequin, but don't you kind of wish she'd have popped out in some hideous bridesmaid's dress?
8:44: TV BEST ACTOR (COMEDY)I WANT:
I care so little that I think if I had a ballot here, I'd write in Nina Garcia
, just for giggles. Or I'd cross out the name of the category, replace it with Biggest Asshat, and only then vote for Thomas Jane.I PREDICT: Matt LeBlanc
, because they liked the show enough to nominate it. Then again, they do enjoy the Peter Scolari Principle of propping up the under-sung co-lead to the famous guy (Jimmy Smits, Anthony Edwards, etc., though not, in fact, Peter Scolari), so maybe that looks good for Johnny Galecki.
Tina Fey and Jane Lynch have got the presenter thing so totally down.VERDICT: Matt LeBlanc
. That Natalie outside is going to be so confused that he won for this documentary! This late in the evening, you really learn whose hairstylist built their work to last. (Thomas Jane was carefully dressed by House of Toolbox.)
8:46 BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESSI WANT: Jessica Chastain
, because I have no problem voting for a body-of-work nomination when we're talking about the range of accomplishments within one year.I PREDICT: Octavia Spencer
, who I liked better the second time through The Help
than the first (and, in truth, Chastain a little less than the first time I saw it). Still feels like something's not working in this lineup.VERDICT: Octavia Spencer
wins, and she gets her prize in a big ol' bag full of Bradley Cooper. Everyone's clapping for her and even on
her while she makes her way up: Charlize, Julianne, Latifah, Maya, Paula, Janet, Melissa. They're all
into it. Drops a Martin Luther King quote, and then hits her written list pretty hard. She's still looking like the finest lady here. Melissa McCarthy is weeping in the back. The Help
table, including Viola's ex-linebacker husband, practically do the wave for Octavia.
is a graph of daily attendance at this blog. And we've still got an hour to go! Don't all of you be disappearing on me after this, though. Seriously, we've got a Diana Wynyard tribute coming up! Where else do you want to be? You think HuffPo is gonna be on that? (NBC is airing that commercial again about how you are inviting predators into your house with your digital camera. Just stop thinking your kid is cute! Knock that off!)
Reese is here, of course, to promo The Descendants
, and to get a shout-out to her new film This Means War
, and to wear that dress and that hair and makeup that themselves say, "That meant war, and girls, I won before you knew it was on." But even her little précis ("...a man and his philandering wife...") reminds me of some of what I hate about that movie. I wonder if they considered just trimming it to "a man and his comatose philanderer"?
Sidney Poitier gets the evening's first Standing O, so that Morgan Freeman can get the second. Poitier thinks Spencer Tracy, Laurence Olivier, Marlon Brando, and Canada Lee would be Morgan's biggest fans if they were here.
Morgan looks incredibly moved, incredibly, to get this testimony from Sidney Poitier, but it's an emotionally challenging bit, because Poitier does not strike one as enjoying incredibly good health. Helen Mirren tries to help out, with a mostly failed comic bit about Morgan not working with her often enough. (Unfortunate side effect is reminding a lot of people watching of RED
's Best Picture nomination last year.) Here comes Morgan's reel. Shawshank
, of course, gets the biggest offscreen cheer.
Here's Street Smart
, in which Morgan and Kathy Baker are both tremendous, and which earned his first Oscar nomination, and which he named on the red carpet as his own favorite among his films, but almost no one talks about it anymore.
Morgan Freeman as a naked vampire taking a bubble-bath inside a casket on The Electric Company
is something I had no idea I would ever see.
For his coronation, they go with the Daisy
music, and beaming shots of Brad and Meryl and George. And Gerard Butler and Diane Ladd. Leo is embarrassed that his phone clearly buzzed in his pocket at the exact moment the ovation started. Speech starts with a better line to Mirren than she was given to deliver to him. His thanks to Sidney Poitier is superhumanly eloquent, even by Freeman's standards.
"Hey, Elton" suddenly feels like the funniest thing anybody could say. Ben Kingsley's wife is in his lap, pulling on his tie, and coming awfully close to Courtney Stodden territory, she's so excited about the Cecil B. DeMille award.
Remember when the DeMille presentation was 19 minutes long? Life has improved since then. But maybe they could find a golden mean? Feels like we rushed through that just the slightest bit. Mirren's patter ran as long as the clips.
White mint truffle. Oh, and here
's that graph.
Robert Downey, Jr., whom we still love for breaking off a piece of Gervais right there on stage last year. He's stuck with a long list of the auteurs to whom the "daring and euphoric" The Artist
pays tribute. These include John Ford and Billy Wilder. Obviously.
9:12: BEST DIRECTORI WANT:
A recount. Honestly, people. What the hell. But if we must, we must, and it's an easy Michel Hazanavicius
vote from me.I PREDICT: Martin Scorsese
, though the Globes don't split Picture and Director as much as they used to.
Angelina's doing the honors, in her sleek red/white number. Michel Hazanavicius is super stoked that she can say his name (although I would have thought an "ss" sound and not a "sh"?).VERDICT: Martin Scorsese
gets it. He thanks the HFPA for all their work on film preservation. Diane Ladd is still feeling the love, all these years after Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore
. Pays tribute to one of his kids. Hits all the producers and a whole lot of the cast. His assistant director, too, which is a nice touch. Settles the SKOON-MAY-KER
confusions once and for all.
9:16: TV BEST SERIES (COMEDY)I WANT: Enlightened
, just to get some Dern-Ladd Rambling Rose
action up there on the stage. I've only actually seen a few episodes of Modern Family
, a few clips of Glee
, and nada of the others, so how could I judge?I PREDICT: Modern Family
, because nobody seems to get tired of it.
Ricky fires off a "Who can understand Antonio and Salma?" joke, and Antonio hits back with a full-on tirade in Spanish. Wish I didn't have to ask, but what'd he say?
It's Modern Family
. Sofia Vergara and Steve Levitan pull off the only extended gag of the evening that's really, fully worked. And then we're back to Sofia's Diet Pepsi commercial, which is practically perspiring at this point. You guys, I'm not gonna buy it.
So, what we've got left are Dujardin, Artist
, Davis/Streep, Pitt/Clooney, and Descendants
You guys, Nathaniel
obviously produced this show. Madonna next to Meryl. Madonna on stage, twice. Pfeiffer. Julianne. Nicole. Seriously, Nat. You're playing your hand.
9:25: BEST ACTOR (MUSICAL/COMEDY)I WANT: Ryan Gosling
, honestly. He's neck and neck with Dujardin, but his knack at comedy and his contentment within a rangy ensemble really surprised me. And again, if you're great multiple times in one year, I'm happy to give you credit for that.I PREDICT: Jean Dujardin
, who's so good in The Artist
that I might start regretting what I just wrote at any moment.
Mark Wahlberg's effervescent sense of humor spills all over everybody. The room seems full of rainbows and unicorns.
9:26: VERDICT: Dujardin
, of course, who lets us know that an agent once poo-poo'd his career because his face was too expressive
. The camera cuts back to Charlize, who seems intent on proving that she was never turned down by an agent for precisely this problem. Seriously, when that gal wants to pull down The Mask, no one can touch her.
Julianne is still enough of a geek to be asking someone to take her photo with Colin Firth on an iPhone. I love her for this. A floating hand, connected to no body, is filling Viola's and Octavia's champagne flutes for what I'm suspecting is not the second time.
9:29: Because his face was too expressive
I love that the other reaction shot we got for that admission was Madeleine Stowe's, who smiled widely, but was all, "Well, yeah, of course. The people who run this business have always been morons. Nothing surprises me."
And here's Queen Latifah (could it be a shout-out for The Help
?) and then a pan over Table #10 (could it be a shout-out for The Help
?) and then a shout-out to The Help
Is the foxy guy with Octavia Spencer or Emma Stone? He's between them, so there's no knowing. Ricky nails his first great joke about Colin Firth being a horrible racist and punching blind kittens. And Colin still ribs the host.
9:34: BEST ACTRESS (DRAMA)I WANT: Viola Davis
. I've said this a million times, but Viola figured out how to suit the incongruous, Touchstone Pictures plane of the movie while still telepathically transmitting the more serious, higher-stakes movie that The Help
could have been in the right circumstances. She elevated it without seeming cut off from her co-stars or her dubious script (though I'm sure she fought some battles).I PREDICT: Davis
, though Streep or Mara would not surprise me. No matter who wins in the Viola/Meryl standoff, even if that same gal repeats at SAG, I still think the Oscar is hard to call.
Serious, real-talk applause for Viola, Rooney, and Meryl. Tilda Swinton laughs at how much lower she knows her decibel level is going to be, and is.
. Mouth kisses to her husband and to Colin Firth. Great Ricky Gervais joke. SHOUT-OUT TO ADEPERO ODUYE. And to MIA WASIKOWSKA. She doesn't nail either pronunciation, but the sentiment is amazing
. Thanks "everyone in England who let me come over to their country and trample all over their history."
9:39: They start playing Meryl off.
The world really is going to end in 2012. She ends, abruptly, with "I love you, Viola. You're my girl."
9:40: BEST PICTURE (MUSICAL/COMEDY)I WANT: The Artist
, which I'm eager to see again, but which enchanted me back in September, even when I could discern that it had peaks and valleys, for sure. Lotta peaks, people.I PREDICT: The Artist
, though it's exciting that Bridesmaids
, which I like, and Midnight in Paris
, which I don't, are really bonafide contenders and would win in a lot of years.VERDICT: The Artist
. More importantly, UGGIE IS HERE
Piper Perabo is completely over The Artist
. The woman sitting next to her goes, "Why?" Matthew Morrison makes a surprising skateboarding gesture.
A weird collision: the producer (Claude Berri's son, really??) having a big-time emotional moment, the rest of the people on stage and all the people in the audience having an Uggie moment, and the orchestra just waiting for no one. You guys, they played off Meryl.
I just want to make sure we are all clear that the hierarchy of importance goes like this: DRAMAS, LEADING MEN, COMEDIES, LEADING WOMEN.
There should be no confusion about this. I'm pretty sure that when Jane Fonda came out to announce Best Picture (Musical/Comedy), she was trying to beckon Meryl back out to the mic to finish her speech.
The guy whom Tom Ripley strangled on the boat seems to be bedding everyone in Smash
9:47: BEST ACTOR (DRAMA)I WANT: Brad Pitt
, by a landslide. I was a little cooler on Fassbender in Shame
than others, I think Gosling was good in Ides
but not up to his best level, and the other two I can't really deal with, Clooney even less than DiCaprio.I PREDICT: Pitt
, although a lot of arrows point to Clooney, including his insane satchel-ful of nominations in seemingly every category tonight. (Why didn't Glenn Close tip him off to write a tender ballad about calling your comatose wife a slutty bitch, but in a sensitive way?)
Natalie Portman hasn't just visibly shrunk down from last year's size. She has shrunk even since she tried on this dress. She is Nina again.VERDICT: George Clooney
, who again makes clear that he likes Brad Pitt even more than Meryl Streep likes Viola Davis, which I'm sure is very sweet. An unexpectedly graphic tribute to Michael Fassbender's appendages. ("Seriously, man, you could play golf with your hands behind your back.") Nothing for DiCaprio or Gosling, whom he directed. Guess they better start unbuttoning those flies? And then a thanks to Alexander Payne for making wonderful films.
You guys, I feel like this should have been a funnier live-blog! I am feeling like the My Week with Marilyn
of live-bloggers. I was aiming for comedy, but I'm in some weird middle-zone. I think the fact that they only gave me one Abilify ad really cut into my mojo.
I have to admit I'm feeling really bummed about Brad and Viola. I know George just reminded us of the million zillion more important things in the world, but I'm still focused on these two.
9:54: BEST PICTURE (DRAMA)I WANT: Moneyball
, because the scenes have range, the direction breathes in ways you don't predict, and the shape of the whole thing is quirky without being cutesy in the slightest.I PREDICT: The Descendants
, because Yahweh is trying to capsize my unreasonable fixation on film awards. Given that Slumdog
and King's Speech
still didn't work, he's gonna need a bigger boat. (Yes, I know, King's Speech
didn't win the Globe.)
Harrison Ford presenting, again, with his earring, because no one cherishes these events more than he does. Or indeed, cherishes this industry.
It's The Descendants
, so it's official! My least favorite of the 104 new releases I saw this year is the winner of the Best Picture prize. The producers thank their "quarterback," George Clooney. The producer feels that this movie may "become a timeless movie, which it feels like to me."
They're playing off the Descendants
producers, with three minutes left to go. What is the damn hurry?
As we fade out on a long, endless shot of a monumental jellyfish, which is actually a chandelier in the ballroom, Ricky tries his final line, "I hope you all enjoyed the gift-bags, and the food, and the goldI hope that took your mind off the recession."
And after waffling on this issue alllllll night, NBC finally decides that Smash
will be "introducing" Megan Hilty and
Thanks for tuning in, everybody! Your official Quarterback and Homecoming Queen, who are also your co-Valedictorians, are still your co-Valedictorians. A Separation
is still amazing. People who've won two Globes in the past still deserve a third, and the challenge is still open: explain to me in the comments what is special about The Descendants
. If you can convince me, I'll tell Nathaniel, and he'll utilize his unsuspected influence to book all your favorite celebrities as next year's presenters!
Labels: Awards 2011, Golden Globes, Liveblogging