I found last night’s Golden Globes to be a pretty modest, tame affair that was devoid of any slip ups or surprises in either its presentation or awards.
It makes for a good telecast, but not for good blog material.
What is most noteworthy is the departure of Tine Fey and Amy Poehler after a three-year hosting run. They are second to none as far as comedic duos are concerned, and know how to be funny without being inappropriate, although there were a few Bill Cosby jabs thrown in that were very awkwardly received, as well as a few shots at North Korea.
It’s a star-studded night full of the biggest celebrities in film and television. Quite simply, if you’re invited, you go. Unless you’re Woody Allen. Even Joaquin Phoenix, known for his distaste for award shows, made sure not to miss it.
The biggest winner of the night was Boyhood, which took home trophies for Best Picture (drama), directing and supporting actress. I’ve already declared my love for the film. It’s an achievement of monumental proportions.
Not everyone will get it though. It’s a simple tale of a boy’s progression from adolescence to adulthood, told over a dozen years. The problem is people have come to expect such far-fetched, CGI-manipulated works of art, that when a film comes around that’s so true to real life, they dismiss it as “boring.”
And that’s unfortunate.
Birdman also got some love. The fact that Richard Linklater (Boyhood) and Alejandro Inarritu (Birdman) can’t both share the major accolades for their work is a shame, because both did things with their movies that have never been done before.
The quest for Best Lead Actor is now down to an epic battle between Michael Keaton (Birdman) and Eddie Redmayne (The Theory of Everything). I think it could go either way. Redmayne delivered one of the best performances I’ve ever seen as the physically restricted genius Stephan Hawking. But Keaton has the “veteran comeback” allure that so greatly appeals to general audiences. Whoever wins is deserving.
Keaton probably gave the most humble and emotional speech of the night that only makes you root for the guy even more.
Selma got surprisingly little love — its lone victory was Best Original Song — and I think people are starting to get a little worn of biographical features, regardless of how historically significant its subject matter is. Especially after 12 Years A Slave was so heavily rewarded one year earlier.
The Imitation Game, too, will likely be an unfortunate casualty of thick competition. It’s an outstanding film, and in most years could have swept the major awards, but this year may go home empty handed because it can’t overtake Boyhood or Birdman.
Other than that, it was nice to look at the usual eye candy typically present at these shows. I’m talking Jessica Chastain, Amy Adams, Keira Knightley, Felicity Jones, Rosamund Pike and George Clooney. Wait, what?
Sorry I meant Clooney’s knockout wife, Amal Amaluddin, a British-Lebanese lawyer who’s apparently really, really smart.
But let’s face it. All any one really cared about in last night’s Golden Globes was E!’s red carpet pre-show coverage, when Ryan Seacrest spent two hours asking every single celebrity “who are you wearing?”