A few observations from last night’s Golden Globes telecast:
Ricky Gervais was funnier last year, but he still had me grinning. Loved when he asked Johnny Depp if he had even seen The Tourist.
No shocker that the Hollywood Foreign Press voting body would love The Artist. The Oscars will too.
Just as the Germans love David Hasselhoff, the French love George Clooney. Ok, I guess everybody pretty much loves “the Cloonmeister” (although I’m not sure I wanna golf with him!) – but make no mistake, the Oscar will go to Pitt. Clooney may not even be nominated. The Descendants is a very forgettable film.
Angelina Jolie is scary skinny. That girl is getting interrupted while eating too often.
Nicole Kidman looked surprisingly healthy and unaltered. Perhaps someone told her The Wax Museum look was out?
Helen Mirren somehow managed to make her tribute to Morgan Freeman all about her. I still find it odd that she’s married to director Taylor Hackford. Seems she should be married to, oh I don’t know, Sir John Gielgud…or James Mason. Alfred Hitchcock?
I’m guessing Pepsi is paying Sofia Vergara a boat load of cabbage. Hard to calculate who got more face time during the telecast last night, Vergara or the Latin actress from Modern Family. I forget her name. Begins with a “V.”
Mark Wahlberg takes low-key to new heights. Or depths, depending on how you look at it.
Madonna was born in Bay City, Michigan. But she did grow up in New York, so I guess it’s possible in that uprooting she would now sound as though she was from Tanzania. However, if you play her moments in super slow mo you would almost think she’s from Uranus.