Yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn.
Here's what I think happened at the Globes: everyone peaked too early. Because instead of the raucous, drunken frivolity I have come to love and expect from this show, by about halfway through everyone was either tired or sloppysad drunk (as opposed to delightfully inebriated). See: Harrison Ford, Dennis Quaid (with the night's most inappropriate line, which had better have been an ad lib), and yes, Teri Hatcher. (Which, if I'm not mistaken, is par for the course.)
Even the dresses were a little boring. Far too much beige.
But seriously: the first few acceptance speeches were awesome. Just when I thought I couldn't love George Clooney more, he thanks Jack Abramoff "just because" and then muses, "Who would name their kid 'Jack' with '-off' at the end of the last name?"
Other highlights: speeches by Steve Carell, Geena Davis, Hugh Laurie, and Sandra Oh. Commercial in which Zach Braff and Donald Faison steal Carell's Globe.
I was a little miffed that Gwyneth, in that bizarre Snow White dress (what was that, anyway? Was she trying to deflect attention away from her pregnancy? Why? Why must she perplex me so?) introduced Anthony Hopkins, when logically, I think, it should have been Emma Thompson. Who did a lovely job introducing Pride and Prejudice, and looked fabulous, but still...would have at least been genuine, unpretentious, and charming.
I'm content with most of the wins, but also bored. The only time I was really shook up was when Philip Seymour Hoffman won. I was pulling for Heath Ledger, but I'm also thrilled that PSH got some props.
Basically, I came away with renewed interest in seeing most of the nominated movies. Especially The Squid and the Whale and Mrs. Henderson Presents. And Constant Gardner. I have a lot of catching up to do before the Oscars.
