I only watched half of the Golden Globes. Kiefer Sutherland preoccupied my evening after all. No apologies. So instead of a show recap, I’ll revisit yesterday’s wish list.
I wanted Ricky Gervais to make fun of pretty rich people.
And he did.
“It’s an honour to be here in a room full of what I consider to be the most important people on the planet: actors. They’re just better than ordinary people, aren’t they?”
I wanted Sandra Bullock to look smokin’ hot.
And she did. And then she won. I love her husband. Jesse James is my favorite Texan tattooed biker. And her acknowledgment of him was perfect. And moving. (It didn’t help that I spent my entire weekend writing about honeymoons. Sigh.)
”There’s no surprise that my work got better when I met you. Because I never knew what it felt like for someone to have my back.”
I also wanted Jon Hamm and Colin Firth to look smokin’ hot.
Mission accomplished.
Jon Hamm looked like a dapper lumberjack. His lovely girlfriend is now on 24. He’ll be returning to SNL and 30 Rock shortly. Best life ever. (Um, and the man smells like frosting.)
And Colin Firth was sporting sexy cufflinks. This is what happens when you’re in a movie directed by a fashion designer (Tom Ford).
I wanted the heavens to open up and shine a light down on Meryl Streep. As per usual.
She won. She was gorgeous and funny and self-deprecating and spoke of Haiti with typical eloquence and grace.
I wanted Kathryn Bigelow to win Best Director. (Not because she’s a girl. Because her movie was awesome.) And I wanted her to thank her ex-husband, James Cameron.
Instead, James Cameron thanked her. Avatar was the upset of the night.
I wanted (500) Days of Summer to win best comedy.
The Hangover is now on my list of movies to watch. I tried to see it twice when it was in theaters. Sold out. I guess that’s a good sign, right?
I wanted…to sell a script to Jason Reitman one day.
I’ll call this one a work in progress. But he won Best Screenplay. So that’s good.
I wanted Neil Patrick Harris to be charming and hilarious.
I’m sure he was. From his table. Shocked that he didn’t win.
I wanted the cast of Glee to sing to me.
They were too busy collecting their award to sing. But whatever. Love.
I wanted Inglourious Basterd’s Christoph Waltz to toast with a glass of milk.
He won. If you haven’t seen the film, do so. I prefer it over Pulp Fiction. Sue me.
I wanted to be Tina Fey when I grow up.
Still do. I’m not grown up yet. I have time.
I wanted Jeff Bridges to get a standing ovation.
Boy, did he ever. Most enthusiastic ovation of the night.
“I’m lookin’ at you, sweetheart. 33 years. My wife. My beautiful wife. Get a shot of her.”
I wanted the song “The Weary Kind” to move you to tears.
I don’t know if you cried, but it won. And I cheered. Aloud.
I wanted to see Un Prophete. Apparently it’s like a French Godfather.
It didn’t win. I still want to see it.
I wanted “Holding Out For a Hero” to start playing if Kevin Bacon won.
It didn’t, but he still won. His first Golden Globe! There’s something eternally hip about him. I love his glasses. And for those who love the game Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon….
- I was once in a play directed by an acrobat who was featured in Chicago.
- Chicago’s Renee Zellweger was in Bridget Jones’ Diary with Colin Firth.
- Colin Firth was in Where the Truth Lies with Kevin Bacon.
Um, and I once went on a date with someone who was in Jumper, which costarred Diane Lane who was in My Dog Skip with Kevin Bacon. (No, Hayden Christensen didn’t buy me a coffee. But I’ll let you start that rumor if you want.)
So if you know me, you’re also within the needed six degrees to be cool. Phew.
I wanted these dresses to show up.
They didn’t. But the Oscars are coming….