Articles tagged with: Golden Globes
There's a theory going around saying that the more of Jennifer Lopez's skin you see, the closer she is to a divorce. It's true. It's why everyone is predicting Jennifer Lopez's imminent divorce from Marc Anthony because she turned up to the Golden Globes on Sunday wearing three scraps of gold lame that left her back naked. Obviously the divorce can't be confirmed until we've seen at least one buttock and partial sideboob, but it's enough for now. Plus, you know, Jennifer Lopez wasn't wearing a wedding ring at the Golden Globes either. That probably helps too, in retrospect.
The Golden Globes are like the fun Oscars, mainly due to a lack of Rob Lowe singing duets of Proud Mary with Snow White. But last night's Golden Globes had an unavoidably sad shadow looming over them. Was this because it was the first major awards show to honour the late Heath Ledger's role in The Dark Knight by giving him the award for Best Supporting Actor? In part, yes. But mainly it's because Mickey Rourke decided to use his Golden Globes acceptance speech to eulogise some of his dead pets. And because Rumer Willis' face gives us the creeps.
You know what's happening this Sunday? It's the Golden Globes! Yay! All the length of the Oscars with none of that boring critical significance! But even though most of the world would rather crap out it's spinal column than watch the Golden Globes, at least there's one person who's looking forward to it - Anne Hathaway. Anne's up for an award and she's JACKED about it! And we know that this is our third Anne Hathaway story in two days. It's just a quiet news day. That's all. We're not stalking her. There are papers saying we can't to do that any more.
You know how this awards season is all about populism and less about three-hour sobathons starring Very Serious People? Yeah, it's not. We got that wrong. Sorry. Although WALL-E won Best Picture at a recent awards ceremony, the nominations for next year's Golden Globes were announced yesterday, and they seem to indicate that it'll be another good year for dreary films about troubled people who stare into the middle distance a lot. Golden Globes front-runners include Doubt, Frost/Nixon and Revolutionary Road. So far so miserable. But Batman got a look-in too, with one nomination for, oh, the dead chap. Joy.
Thanks to the writers' strike, last night's pared-down Golden Globes took the form of a news conference - like the ones appealing for the return of missing children, only bleaker.
It was the oddest Golden Globes you're ever likely to see - no stars attended, no fancy frocks were worn, results were blasted through in a matter of minutes and the traditional Golden Globes pursuit of trying to second-guess which rabbit-eyed young starlet would be fighting off the advances of Jack Nicholson by the end of the night was put on hold.
And if that wasn't harrowing enough, Atonement won a Golden Globe as well. We're all doomed.
Thanks to the ongoing writers' strike, shows like 24 have been indefinitely postponed much to everyone's disappointment - but on the other hand the Golden Globes might be cancelled too, so it all evens out.
The Golden Globes - the all-singing, all-dancing, glitzy, foreign-voted cousin to the Oscars - is set to take place on Sunday, but the writers' strike means that it will be boycotted by all the nominees if it gets televised by NBC as planned. And now the Hollywood Foreign Press Association is pushing NBC to not broadcast the awards at all so that the stars won't face picket lines on their way in. Of course, without cameras there to capture them in their pretty dresses and painstaking make-up jobs, there's a good chance that the cast of Desperate Housewives will disintegrate into clouds of dust at some point during the ceremony, but that's the chance they'll have to take.
The striking writers of Hollywood have decided that nobody is to write next year's Golden Globes and Oscar ceremonies, meaning that all we'll have to laugh at is whatever shriekingly awful dress Sarah Jessica Parker turns up in.
Although the Writers Guild Of America strike currently just means that Ellen DeGeneres' infantile dog-based on-air tantrums are ad-libbed instead of tightly-scripted, the Guild has now decided to reject offers of an interim agreement allowing writers to work on next year's Golden Globes and Oscar ceremonies. That means that either this awards season will culminate in two long, awkward, unfunny, massively unentertaining shows or that the Golden Globes and the Oscars hire non-union writers from Lithuania to shape the ceremonies - fingers crossed for the latter, because LNK TV show Žinios. Verslas. Kriminalai has gone without a slick satirical Hollywood skewering for too long now.
It's time to start the pre-Oscars awards hype, and not a moment too soon - we've only just regained our breath after, um, you know, that bloke won that award for that film he was in; you know, the one with the men in it.
OK, we'll admit, the thought of awards season fills us with the kind of gut-knotting horror usually only reserved for directly after hearing the line "and now, ladies and gentlemen, Lee Ryan!" But trying to stop Hollywood's movie industry hyping its awards season blind months in advance of any actual awards being handed out is an impossible task, which is why we're just going to roll over and say that at next year's Golden Globes, the Cecil B. DeMille outstanding contribution award will go to Steven Spielberg, a new up-and-coming arthouse director yet to have his first big hit.
