I was planning on another big long live-blogging session last night, as the Golden Globe Awards began. I got a couple posts in, about E!’s pre-show coverage, before realizing that I really didn’t care about the outcome. I watched the show, of course, and the displays of cleavage were nice as always; but I did not care who won or lost. It doesn’t help, obviously, that I’ve only seen a couple of the movie nominees (Million Dollar Baby, but I have plans to see a few more soon). I’m glad Jason Bateman won and that Lost won in the TV categories, I guess. But no one title got up my enthusiasm. The Hollywood Foreign Press parceled out awards to a wide swath of nominees, finding bits of excellence here and there but culminating in no big winner. One movie had great supporting actors, another one had the best lead actors; one movie had the best direction, but a different movie was the overall best. After a while it got to feel like they were giving out awards to whomever they felt like seeing on stage.There were a great many misguided people who said last year’s Academy Awards were the most boring since the same movie—Return of the King, of course—kept winning every award. After last night’s Golden Globes, I have a feeling these people will really see what boring is next month, when the Oscars are forced to deal with a roster of well-done but uninspiring choices, with nothing to unite behind or root for.
Next up in my monthly TV column: some called it a vegan call to arms, others a shockingly profanity-laced tirade. The fallout from Paul McCartney’s Super Bowl halftime show. Could this mean the end of live TV?
