RED CARPET PRE-SHOW
Rosamund Pike (“Gone Girl”)—who gave birth just 5 short
weeks ago—daringly sports a backless dress with cutouts in the front. Crazy bold. She has the tiniest bit of back fat, but it's way less than I have and I never had a baby, let alone only 5 weeks ago. Work it, girl.
Ryan Seacrest is wearing a tux from his own clothing line.
Because he doesn’t have enough jobs/businesses already. He is a busy, busy man.
Lorde (“Mockingjay” song) looks great, not all creepy-goth
as usual. She’s wearing a black
pantsuit, her hair is straightened and pulled back in a ponytail and her makeup
isn’t as bracing as usual.
Matt Bomer (“White Collar,” “A Normal Heart”) is
beautiful. Had to be said.
It is wild that designer Zac Posen used to babysit Lena
Dunham. How convenient, right?! But he can't seem to make her look good.
Diane Kruger (“Inglorious Basterds”) and Josh Jackson (“The
Affair;” forever Pacey from “Dawson’s
Creek”) are still together?! 8 years going strong.
Ugh, watching this makes me feel so fat. Everyone is so thin and toned. (Well, not poor Lena Dunham, who is cutting
back on her Twitter use because of the harsh comments she gets from
people. I don’t begrudge her having a
regular-girl body, but she’s just poorly styled.) Clearly these slim ladies didn’t eat pizza
and cake this weekend like some people. (I'm referring to myself, not Lena--though she probably had pizza and cake too.)
Aww, Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal came to the show together,
and they’re both nominated. Celeb sibling love.
Kevin Hart is kinda caressing his fiancée’s ass, and it’s
making me somewhat uncomfortable. Technically his arm is around her waist, but
her waist is so tiny and her butt so ample that I guess his hand is slipping
down. Plus she’s taller than him, so there are all kinds of complications.
Words I never thought I’d say: George Clooney and his wife
have arrived. Still hard to believe he’s
married.
Keira Knightly was in two of the better movies I saw last year
(“Begin Again” and “The Imitation Game”), but her Chanel dress is fairly
hideous. Exit Keira…
And enter Jennifer Lopez.
I don’t know how I feel about her dress, but she’s impossibly gorgeous
as always. Showing a lotta leg, a lot of décolletage and a lot of middle-aged hotness.
Reese Witherspoon (“Wild”) brought the woman she portrayed
in the movie. Sweet. Reese looks beautiful in her shimmery Calvin Klein dress.
Apparently Salma Hayek is now known as Salma Hayek Pinault.
Duly noted. She is still stunning as she approaches 50.
Melissa McCarthy looks better than usual. I think George
from Fashion Police styled her. Apparently she pulled a Pretty-in-Pink
hodgepodge sewing job to create her dress.
Not digging Matthew McConaughey’s facial hair. I hope he’s
playing a Civil War colonel in a movie somewhere because otherwise this look is
completely unacceptable.
Taylor Schilling (“Orange Is the New Black”) is so
nondescript and blah looking. She just doesn’t stand out at all. Not even worth including a pic. Sorry, Taylor. Love the show though.
GOLDEN GLOBE CEREMONY
Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are hosting for the third and final
time. I already miss them next year. They have wonderful comic chemistry.
JK Simmons wins the first award for “Whiplash,” a movie I
never heard of until awards season hit. I don’t know what it’s about (a mean,
maybe abusive jazz musician dad?). I’m willing to see it because I rather like
JK. He’ll always be Vern Schillinger from
HBO’s groundbreaking, gritty drama Oz, which I love to pieces.
The next award goes to the maid/lady’s servant Anna from
“Downton Abbey.” Love that show!
Observations: Edie Falco possibly looks prettier than I’ve
ever seen her (she’s kind of harsh-looking).
Julia Louis-Dreyfus looks great as usual, but a little too tanned (not so much in this pic, but on tv in the auditorium she looked unnaturally darker.)
Why is the Hollywood Foreign Press so gung ho for CW’s "Jane
the Virgin"? Don’t get me wrong—I enjoy the show, and I think it’s pretty great
that a show on the tiniest network with several Latino actors is getting
attention. I hope it carries over to some more meaningful awards shows (because the
Golden Globes really aren’t that prestigious, no matter how hard they try to
pretend they are).
I guess I need to check out this “Transparent” show on Amazon. There are just too many outlets for tv shows nowadays. Netflix, Amazon,
YahooTV, etc. I just wanna watch tv on tv! Alas, that just ain’t the way
anymore.
The Best Score winner’s name is Johann Johannsson. That’s
just funny! Like former American Idol winner Phillip Phillips. Were their folks
just too lazy to think of a different first name?
Prince! It's Prince! Prince is there! He's presenting Best Original Song (to rapper Common and singer John Legend for their song from "Selma"). Famous folk in the audience are freaking out over his surprise appearance. He's so cool and so adorable. I still don't love his fro (could use some moisturizer, I think), but I will always love that gorgeous face! Look at that smile.
Gotta say it again: Matt Bomer is so damn pretty. I think
he’s getting better looking as he gets older. I wonder if his husband is as hot
as he is. Oh wait--they just showed him in the audience. He’s all right but not nearly as hot as Matt.
(Note to self: I really need to watch “A Normal Heart.” Apparently it’s great.)
Clive Owen’s forehead is mad shiny. And unlike Matt Bomer,
he is not aging well.
Ricky Gervais butchered Quvenzhane Wallis’ name (the new
Annie). Since he’s British, he can get away with it though because they
pronounce things differently anyway.
Amy Adams is totally gushing about everything and everyone
in her acceptance speech. She’s sweet, but a little random and rambling.
Kelsey Grammar’s daughter is Miss Golden Globe. Luckily for
her, she doesn’t look too much like her dad. She’s quite pretty.
Ugh, Jared Leto is
also sporting unsightly facial hair. It takes away from his beauty.
"Birdman" wins best screenplay. That movie was just so
freakin’ weird. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it. It was too weird to
love. I’m sure it’s genius and all, but it’s one of those movies that’s just
over my head.
“Nine to Five”ers Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin are reunited in
a new Netflix show? That is new information.
Maggie Gyllenhaal is an odd looking gal, and that pixie cut
isn’t doing her any favors. But the mutual admiration society she has with her
brother Jake is adorable, and she gave a nice speech.
Kevin Spacey won. He joked on the red carpet that he’s lost
seven times prior, so maybe he shouldn’t show up and then he’d win. But he
showed up and he won. Dude you have
two Oscars—who cares about a Golden Globe?! I love Kevin (“Usual Suspects” and
“American Beauty” are amongst my all-time faves), but I had to dump “House of
Cards.” It was too much politics (read: boring) for me.
George Clooney just took a moment during his Cecil B Demille
speech to say such sweet things to his new bride. “It’s a humbling thing to
find someone to love, especially when you’ve been waiting your whole life, and
when that’s 53 years…Amal, I’m so proud to be your husband.” Awww, my heart!
Should I see “The Grand Budapest Hotel”? I don’t tend to
“get” Wes Anderson films. If it makes the cut for an Oscar nod on Thursday,
I’ll probably see it. And my review will probably be, “Meh.”
Robert Downey, Jr didn’t say anything funny at all while
presenting. How disappointing.
Hey, remember when Ralph Fiennes used to be hot. Yeah…
Ladies and gentlemen, American treasure, Meryl Streep. Who doesn't love her?
Well, that’s it. Tina and Amy were great, but overall it was
an uneventful show. No big moments from the presenters/winners. No wild,
outrageous, memorable moments. Lots of serious talk about free speech, the tragedy in Paris, and strong female role models (would that qualify as feminism?). Kinda preachy. This is a Hollywood awards show, folks. We, the audience, just wanna have a good time. Live blog it, maybe play a drinking game, dish on the fashion. Tina and Amy kept it pretty light, but they really weren't around much, definitely not enough. Better luck next year, GG's? Meanwhile, let's see how the Oscars go next month.
