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Monday, January 20, 2003
Last week, I was full of things to talk about. (Well, I'm full of "it" most of the time, but that's beside the point.) This week, for some reason, I feel like I'm reaching to find something interesting to say, so instead of actually coming up with something interesting I will just review the Golden Globes for you.
I had the show on as background noise while I worked on a presentation for a conference, but every so often something caught my attention and I looked up. The first thing I noticed is that cleavage is IN. And I'm not talking about your average, run-of-the-mill cleavage here, I'm talking giant bazongas pushed up to here and fluffed out to there, with depth that would require special equipment to explore. There were a lot of milk-filled boobs there, due to all the new moms like Cynthia Nixon, Sarah Jessica Parker, and the lady from Malcolm in the Middle, and the currently knocked-up Catherine Zeta Jones. There were also impressive displays of boobage from Salma Hayek, Susan Sarandon, Megan Mullally, and Halle Berry. I'm more of an ass woman, but the sheer quality and quantity of the breasts involved was astounding. Job well done, ladies!
The next thing I noticed was the fashion, of course. With one notable exception, everyone seemed to be dressed beautifully. I spent some time during the pre-show coveting some dresses and some of the people in the dresses. All the guys looked great, too, except Brad Pitt, whose hair is just stupid looking.
On with the awards. There were a few surprises. Some of the recipients seemed surprised, especially Jack Nicholson, who won for Best Actor in a Drama for his role in About Schmidt. He commented that he was confused, because he thought that the film was a comedy. Perhaps his confusion stemmed from his on-again, off-again lover's outfit. Meryl Streep also seemed surprised that she won a Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy or Musical award for her role in Adaptation. Apparently when she is surprised she feels compelled to adjust her breasts on stage. I have never experienced that level of surprise personally, but if one day I do feel a sudden urge to stick my hands inside my shirt on a show that is nationally televised, I will be sure to think of dear Meryl.
My personal favorite for Best Actress in a Drama, Salma Hayek in Frida, didn't win, but she was looking so fine in her slinky little red dress that I kind of forgot about that whole 'award' thing she should've won. I also thought that Adrian Brody had that Best Actor in a Drama award all sewn up for The Pianist, because Hollywood loves them some WW2 movies, but Jack Nicholson's comedy that got mistaken for a drama swept that out from under him. I bet Adrian will win an Academy Award for it, though.
Oh yes, and Rene Zellweger might possibly be the most annoying person on the planet. Other than Richard Gere, that is.
Obviously, my Golden Globe review is far more superficial than most. I didn't really care very much who won - I just wanted to see who looked hot. Actually, now that I think of it, my superficial review is exactly what Hollywood-types like. Perhaps I should lobby for a job with Entertainment Weekly and get paid to stare at cleavage up close. A girl can dream.
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