A night at the Golden Globes

This is my first experiment with realtime blogging. Mostly because, now that I’ve moved, I actually have the computer in the same room as the TV, so I can comment as things go along, exciting, huh?

So far the Globes are about as boring and predictable as you’d expect. Way too many women in chandelier earrings. WAY too many dresses without adequate breast-coverage. WAY too many dumb quotes. (Case in point: Mary-Louise Parker, accepting her award for Angels in America, says “Janel Moloney said she’d pay me a thousand bucks if I thanked my newborn baby for my boobs looking so amazing in this dress”.)

Commercial break, and a preview for the movie Miracle leaves me thinking how could they? I mean, “greatest hockey moment in history”??? Hel-lo? What about the Canada-Russia goal in 1972? But to those South of the Border, us Canadians don’t exist… even in a movie about our national passtime. *Sigh*…

Back to the Globes. Wondering why, in a show where just about every presenter is an actor – and usually an award-winning actor at that – everyone sounds stiff as a board while reading off the teleprompter.

Touching tribute to Michael Douglas. Extremely touching considering he’s not usually the “touching” type of actor. (Well, except in The American President, where he had the advantage of an Aaron Sorkin script, in the precursor to The West Wing.) I always find these lifetime achievement awards amusing, though. I mean, they make them sound like Nobel Prizes. Guy number one brokered a peace deal. Guy number two played someone in a movie who brokered a peace deal. Let’s honour ’em both. Sure.

Michael Douglas’s speech. Zzzzzzzz.

Brittany Murphy is wearing one of the only nice dresses of the evening so far. A bit too glittery but at least it doesn’t look like it’s falling off her. The dress doesn’t seem to be helping her speaking ability though.

What’s with all the nominated movies about sex changes? Is everyone trying to be the next Hilary Swank?

It’s clearly Angels in America’s night. Hmmm, I guess I should’ve watched it while I still got HBO.

I’m starting to wonder how much longer I can blog like this about an awards show, of all things. Is there much of anything that’s more boring? Well, maybe the State of the Union address… I think I’ll go do the dishes while Al Pacino tries to get the frog out of his throat.

That does it. Awards shows are just too boring for real-time blogging. I was going to persevere out of sheer will, but what the hell, I’m not raising money for a good cause with this so I quit. And don’t look for a repeat at the Grammys cause I don’t watch ’em.