Golden Globes

Whenever I watch one of these award shows -- something I rarely do and only did Sunday because of Ricky Gervais' promotional promises that he would skewer the phonies -- I always think what it must be like to be an L.A. cop and to pull over some big-shot director or producer who immediately goes into the "Do you know who I am?" routine. It must happen 100 times a day out there.

All so impressed with themselves and each other. Gervais pricks their balloons and they have to squash him. Babies.

By the middle of the broadcast, I was wishing that I could have simply watched an edited version of Gervais without all the filler in between. (BTW, did he ever explain why he shed his suit coat and went with the vest-and-shirtsleeves as the show played on?)

This is a two-bit awards show based on a bogus group. C'mon, who the hell is in the Hollywood Foreign Press Association?

Makes the Baseball Hall of Fame voting body seem like the freaking Supreme Court, in relative credibility.

 

At least the HFPA didn't vote for BJ Surhoff.

 

That's the thing. The GGs are the FUN awards show. People get drunk, the show's a blast, and there was that one girl who was in the bathroom a few years ago when she won her award and got to the stage late. I love the GGs, and I thought Gervais was GREAT. For the Oscars? Probably not so much.

 

There's also a lot less pressure. The Oscars can be pretty intense because some of those nominated are banking on a nominee or a win carrying them for the rest of their careers.

Hell, look at Melissa Leo and Amy Adams. Both were essentially unknowns until Adams was nominated for Junebug and Leo was nominated for Frozen River. Now they're both nominated again and in a commercially successful film.

 

Gervais introducing the world to Karl Pilkington is his crowning achievement.

 

Melissa Leo had a pretty good TV career during her Homicide run. And did Frozen River play ANYWHERE outside major metros? Hell, it only lasted about two weeks here in Toronto.

Mizzou, I don't know whether you saw it or not but it was brilliantly depressing.

 

I saw it way after the fact. It was brilliant and she was brilliant.

I watched Homicide, but didn't remember that she was on it.

 

Getting a little off topic, but a guy from my hometown was a Kansas Highway Patrolman about 20 years ago and stopped Tom Osborne going about 90. Osborne gave him the "don't you know who I am?" speech. The cop says "Yeah, I know who you are. Don't you know you left Nebraska 15 miles ago?"

 

Just watched a few clips from "The Ricky Gervais Show." Laughed so hard for a few minutes on his invisibility at the music store.

 

I nominate Karl Pilkington to host next year's Golden Globes.

 

HFPA sounds like an acronym for a venereal disease.

 

Someone should start a Facebook campaign to get him to host SNL, just like Betty White.