Monday, January 15, 2007

The Golden Globes, and I'm not talking about Warren Beatty's balls, Tom Hanks

I was going to live blog the GG. That's a lie - I didn't think of that till right now. But I am watching them. Chris, Matt, Alabra and I all tucked into a smorgasboard of paella, Coke(acola), coffee, ginger cookies from Stop & Shop, beer and Caramellos as we watched Ryan Seacrest awkwardly harass stars on the red carpet.

*Yeah, yeah. We all knew Jennifer Hudson was going to win. Did B come in costume?

*And Eddie Murphy won too. For worst babydaddy. Poor Scary Spice.

*Helen Mirren rawks! And looks pretty goddamn hot. I would love to age so gracefully. And her boobs look nicer than mine. Jerk.

*Cameron Diaz's dress wasn't too cute, but JT awesomely saved a weird moment when Prince won an award for best song (what? he wrote a song for Happy Monster Feet Cars House?), but wasn't around to receive it. Stuck in traffic? I don't think so. He was probably making pancakes or playing basketball.

*Tom Hanks should never talk about anyone's balls again.

*Meryl Streep is a fucking genius. I don't care what you say, Chris. Matt is right. Don't pretend your Meryl phase is over. It's never over.

*Sacha Baron Cohen is, um, really funny. Borat should be nominated for best picture. For real.

*How come everyone was crying when Ugly Betty won? Geez people. If we have learned anything, it's that women who play ugly chicks always win. (Nicole Kidman, Charlize Theron, etc - this is nothing new. Also not new, Selma Hayek is still really effing hot.) P.S. America, 1998 called and wants its bridesmaid dress back. P.P.S. 1997 called and wants that joke back.

*Jeremy Irons and Hugh Laurie are some seriously sexy, funny, British (oldish) men.

In the words of Meryl Streep, "that's all."

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