The Golden Globes: bringing out the best in us all

[e_clare]

Watched the Golden Globe awards tonight in their entirety with banannagoats, despite her initial reluctance to sit through a long-ass awards show. Even I wasn't really invested in the nominees; I was just in it for The Hotness of Ewan (...and Topher, and Clive, and William H. Macy sundry others).

Anyway, the Globes is always my favorite awards show because it's just crazy -- I love picking people out in the crowd, because the seating seems so much more arbitrary than at the Oscars. You can see fun things in the background of every shot. Plus, there are the little reminders of how connected the business really is -- it's like a three-hour game of 6 Degress of Separation: Anjelica Huston stops on her way to the stage to get congratulations from Cate Blanchett (The Life Aquatic), Kate Winslet stands up to applaud Leonardo DiCaprio's win, a rumpled Zach Braff looks on as Natalie Portman babbles at the mic (I may be extrapolating on that one), and look there, at the back of Nicole Kidman's table, it's Naomi Watts. Didn't they use to be friends, once? I still haven't figured out why Halle Berry was the one to introduce Finding Neverland as a best picture nominee, but whatever -- I haven't figured out how she didn't fall out of her dress yet, either, and that's not keeping me up at night.

Things got interesting somewhere around Hour Two, when Anna had been sucked in against her will and I started growing tired of playing "Name That Actor's Date". Tim Robbins presented...something...cutely, prompting a sudden outburst:

banannagoats: If I could marry any man in that room, I think it'd be Tim Robbins.
e_clare: ...Okay. I can support that.

b: What about you? Who would you marry?
e: Um...I don't know if I could choose. It would probably be --
b: Zach Braff!
e: I was actually going to say Topher, but okay, Zach Braff works too. I couldn't choose; I'd just close my eyes and point.
b: Ohhh, Topher. ...Johnny Depp?
e: No, not Johnny Depp. He's a little too old.
b: Dude. Tim Robbins?
e: Point taken...what the hell am I saying? Ewan, all the way.
b: Damn! Ewan!
e: You can have Topher and Zach Braff -- I'm not sharing Ewan.
b: Actually, can I change my mind? I think I'd want to be the mistress of a brothel with all the men in this room.
e: Fine. But Ewan's all mine.
[EDIT] b: Yay! Morgan Freeman! Prince! Robin Williams' son! ...I guess I'm just not ready for monogamy yet.

I love us. How did we ever survive last semester apart?
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Comments

[e-clare.livejournal.com]

Glad somebody else found it funny.

For the record, every time the camera cut to Mike Nichols, all I could think about was Spamalot. Well, and The Graduate -- but only when Dustin Hoffman was on-stage. You've corrupted my mind, dude. <3

[newredshoes]

Bwahee! Now, which is the proper response, My work here is done or Initiate Phase Three!?