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There were, for those of us who stayed up to watch the stupid Golden Globes, a few pleasures to make up for the depressing intelligence that Avatar has now been installed as the third most popular religion in the United …
There were, for those of us who stayed up to watch the stupid Golden Globes, a few pleasures to make up for the depressing intelligence that Avatar has now been installed as the third most popular religion in the United States. Ricky Gervais’s turn as presenter was poorly reviewed in many places, but, in a peculiar way, the silence that greeted his sparkier quips could be seen as a sort of victory. It wasn’t an ordinary silence. It was the feet-shuffling, slightly furious silence you might encounter following a stoning or the dunking of a witch. When, come to think of it, has any line by a presenter on the Golden Globes achieved the sort of resonance accorded his quip about the world’s greatest Australian? “I like a drink as much as the next man, unless the next man is Mel Gibson,” he sniggered. Mel didn’t seem to mind. Good for him. He may be a right-wing religious maniac, but he can certainly take a joke.
It’s Rachel from Friends and that bloke from 300.
Elsewhere one could marvel at some of the worst speeches ever delivered at an awards ceremony. Mo’Nique was gushy and bible bashing. Drew Barrymore shamed herself yet again. Even Meryl Streep, invariably the most dignified figure in the room, made a raving twit of herself.
Still, who could take an event seriously that so shamelessly tips its hat to the biggest money-makers in the room? If the Globes could have given an award to Warren Buffett (or Richie Rich) they would gladly have done so.
Our predictions for the Oscars remain unaltered.