Brokeback won the Golden Globe. Felicity won best actress for 'Transamerica.' And with Miz Mizrahi on the red carpet, this was perhaps the gayest Golden Globes ever. Could Isaac have been any more over-the-top? I was in absolute heaven to see his nelly self flitting among the stars on the bust-o-licious red carpet. For some reason this year many of the stars failed to wear undergarments but seemed determined to show their cleavage. I saw more nip and tuck than I needed to. Especially Drew's big green bosom, reminiscent of a dream I had once where I was drowning in a Shamrock Shake from McDonald's. It wouldn't surprise me a bit of they changed the name of the show from the 'Golden Globes' to 'Show Us Your Globes.' Oh wait... Shamrock Shake... won't those be on sale in a few weeks?
Mister Clooney. Handsome Mister Clooney. Leave the innuendo jokes at home unless you're Bruce Vilanch or Whoopi Goldberg. They were tasteless... what IS Aunt Rosemary thinking right now in heaven? For those who missed it, he tried making a naughty joke about the name Jack Abramoff. You do the math.
Geena Davis is truly an inspired actress, but that was an insipid dress. I'm wondering if they call that color 'beetle juice.' If you missed it, Google her to see what I mean. It's a perfect dress for a closeup, but ghastly at full-length. Pity.
Did you see the goatee on Harrison Ford? I liked it and hated it at the same time. It was, however, definitely a different color than the hair on his head. Miss Clairol #89N right?
The marriage of a Bob Mackie dress and an über-thin woman is heavenly. Eva Longoria seemed to absolutely blaze with heat in that beautiful crimson Mackie halter dress. Not only do I want her figure, I want her hair. I think it's all hers, and not just 'cause she bought it. She was spicy hot and the cameras were loving her.
However, that same color was transmogrified by Johnny Depp into a grease-ball look that makes me think he's working on another pirate movie. I think I'll FedEx him some shampoo and some detangler for his hair.
And then there was Reese. Telling everyone her dress was vintage. Even I knew I'd seen that frock before and I'm not a fashion fag. Turns out it was from a Chanel collection a scant three years ago, and Kirsten Dunst had worn the same thing at the same event three years earlier. Reese baby, fire your stylist.
But despite all of the glamor and ghastliness, the true winner of the Globes, for me, was John Williams. With a healthy seventeen Grammy awards under his belt, and a myriad of other awards including three previous Golden Globes, his original score for 'Memoirs of a Geisha' won this year. It's a hauntingly precise work, worthy of every ounce of praise. See the movie and listen for the music. They almost cannot exist without each another.
With you in 4/4,
Peter Mavrik
peter@windycitymediagroup.com
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