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Overdosing on Bush

No, the title of this post does not refer to the charges in Michelle Rodriguez’s latest arrest.

It’s my reaction to foolishly watching the first 10 minutes of NBC’s misbegotten Golden Globes-but-not-really telecast, in which Access Hollywood-amatons Billy Bush and Nancy Odell announced the winners in each category. If the network had trimmed the fat and just had Bush and Odell run through the nominees and winners, it might have been a moderately tolerable 20-minute news break.

But no, somebody thought it would be a better idea to pad the telecast to a solid hour, so as to allow Bush and Odell to air their own editorial opinions on each winner. Imagine my surprise when, after announcing that Cate Blanchett had won the Best Supporting Actress award for I’m Not There, Bush announced that he was surprised Amy Ryan hadn’t won, because Blanchett “was just doing an impression of a man.”

Yeah, thanks Roger Ebert. And kindly fuck off.

The hour also included multiple airings of a home video of zaftig, 19-year-old Hairspray nominee Nikki Blonsky and her obese New Jersey family learning of her Best Actress in a Musical or Comedy nomination, in which Blonsky screams, convulses like Linda Blair in The Exorcist, and knocks over a coffee table. I’m not sure what happened next, because by the end of the video I was in the bathroom vomiting up everything I’d eaten in the last six hours. It was like 1 Girl, 1 Couch.

Eventually I realized that I could switch to E!, which was airing the somewhat-less-unbearable live press conference, which I guess was feeding into NBC’s bloated circle jerk.

Hopefully this car wreck will serve as a Worst Case Scenario quasi-olive branch that’ll put an end to the Writers’ Strike. Because, come late February, if I have to watch Mary Hart announce the winner of the Best Picture Oscar, I’m going to impale myself on one of the Cable ACE Awards available for $5 on eBay.

Global cooling

I’ll be honest. The news that the striking Writers’ Guild is officially going to picket the Golden Globes, thereby scaring away all the nominees and presenters, is really bumming me out.

Obviously it makes sense within the context of the strike (although WGA members are allowed to work on Letterman and the SAG Awards? Huh?), but it still seems like yet another example of this strike’s tendency toward Audience Punishment. I say this as someone who would race to his computer for a “2 Girls, 1 Cup” marathon before watching 5 seconds of NBC’s American Gladiators revival. (Speaking of which, I love that they’re marketing that show as a 300 ripoff, rather than the sorry excavation of early ’90s dross that it is.)

The Globes are stupid and trashy and, by all accounts, easily purchased. But we need them, especially in January, when a nation of loudmouthed heterosexuals are frothing over the NFL postseason. Isn’t this year’s entire awards season kind of like a Julie Christie postseason? Casey Affleck, Amy Ryan, Ellen Page and others all had really awesome and justly celebrated career breakthroughs this year, and I want to see how they look on the red carpet, dammit. Javier Bardem got a lot of attention for that terrible haircut he had in No Country for Old Men, and he deserves the opportunity to remind people that he looks really, really good in a tux.

So, even in the spirit of complete solidarity with the writers, I have to say that this sucks.

UPDATE, 1/7/08: NBC and the HFPA have somehow MacGuyvered a way to broadcast the awards show without actually broadcasting the awards show. Is it worth me staying home and getting ‘faced on champagne? Probably. But I’ll probably be flipping back and forth to the Desperate Housewives rerun on ABC.

Golden Globes, WGA at odds again [Variety]

Delayed Golden Globe Nomination Reactions

9651a.jpgGosh, I didn’t really think anyone liked Babel this much. And check out all the stars whose Hollywood Foreign Press Association payola teams worked extra hard, scoring them more than one nomination in a single year: Clint Eastwood, Leonardo DiCaprio, Toni Collette, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Emily Blunt, Annette Bening. Christ, Helen Mirren has three fucking nominations, including two in the Best Actress in a TV Movie category. Granted, everyone loves her, but can we quit lady-fellating the Teaching Mrs. Tingle star and come up for air for just one second?

Also, any organization that nominates Beyonce Knowles for an acting award (in the same category as Meryl Streep, no less) isn’t worth the Mrs. Dalloway-like effort I’ll surely be putting into my annual Korbel-swilling Golden Globe party come January. We’ve seen Dreamgirls, and we can’t help but resent Ms. Knowles’ lox-like inability to sink her teeth into the rich camp opportunity of playing a Diana Ross composite. Kim Cattrall gave a livelier performance during the scenes in Mannequin where she’s actually a mannequin.

And they nominated Bobby for Best Drama, which…how to put this politely…um…no.

I love how the HFPA Web site posts the nominations blog-style, as if it’s just another piece of operational news for them, as if they existed year-round as a functional organization that does anything but receive “complimentary” watches from Sharon Stone.

64th Annual Golden Globe Nominations [Hollywood Foreign Press Association]