Tag Archives: awards

Golden Globes, Part 2: Additional Honorable Mentions & Fashion

After a little SOPA/PIPA self-interruption… I shall reward the masses with additional minor thoughts on the Golden Globes. A little Thursday delight.

Three More Special Moments

  • In Ricky Gervais’ opening monologue he read out restraints placed on him by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association. One was in regards to profanity to which Gervais responded, “That’s fine. I’ve got a huge vocabulary. No nudity: See that’s a shame because I’ve got a huge [pause]…vocabulary—but a tiny penis.”
  • Claire Danes, upon winning Best Actress in a Television Series—Drama for her role in Homeland, reminded us that she won her first Golden Globe (of three) when she was fifteen-years-old in the same category. The series was My So-Called Life, and she burst into tears as soon as she left the stage, horrified that she had forgotten to thank her parents. I bet they bring it up at every major family gathering—wouldn’t yours? But really, it just made me giggle to remember how much everyone in my age group loves My So-Called Life, and how it is perpetually in my Netflix queue as some sort monument in memorandum to my youth.
  • Matt Leblanc won Best Actor in a Television Series—Comedy/Musical for Episodes. Period. That was a highlight to my life, as someone who can recite the entire ten-year run of Friends. A fairly run-of-the-mill acceptance speech becomes adorable when halfway through Leblanc cuts himself off and exclaims: “Wow, I’m so nervous!” And doesn’t he look ever so dapper with grey hair?

Let’s go ahead and end with a slide show of noteworthy gowns—mostly good, but two that just befuddle me. Disclaimer: I missed most of the red carpet action… again.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.


Leave a comment

Filed under Commenting, Television

Golden Globes Round-up 2012: Who Loved Ricky Gervais’s Maroon Tux…

List style. Blam! Go.

Top Moments in [Roughly] Chronological Order (because why should I have to further organize my notes?)

  • abc.com

    Jodie Foster gamely thumbs-upped Ricky Gervais’s Beaver commentary at the opening monologue (and also her children look exactly like her).

  • Ricky Gervais to Johnny Depp, after introducing him, says he has one question for Johnny… Are you ready? “Have you seen The Tourist yet?” “Ahh, no… Oh boy, he’s fun,” as Ricky walks off stage.
  • Christopher Plummer. Period. I still get excited about Christopher Plummer on merit of my intense love for The Sound of Music, but I swear, I am going to see The Beginners. I promise.
  • Kelsey Grammer could not possibly have been more blasé about his win for Boss: “Ah, well, this is very nice.” Yes, Kelsey, generally, one would say it is rather nice. Some people even choke up a bit (I mean, true, let’s not be over-indulgent), but… yes, it is very nice for you. Also, yes, announcer, we all remember Frasier. For the record we also remember and miss Seinfeld and Friends, back when NBC was “Must See” and not just the sad third-rated network… or whatever it is these days. Maybe it no longer even has a ranking (I cry bitter tear for you, NBC).
  • nymag.com

    Tina Fey’s photo bomb on Amy Poehler’s nominee shot. #golden

  • Ludovic Bource’s acceptance speech for Best Score (The Artist) opened with the hilarious apology: “I’m sorry I’m French,” and continued on to the admittance that if his acceptance was a piece of music/dance, “It would be a tap dance.” There should always be more tap dancing in life. Always.
  • Ricky Gervais introduced George Clooney as the “Cloonmeister General.” Clooney accepted the accolade with grace.
  • Felicity Huffman and William H.Macy sang their bit of presenter banter, and it was actually pretty magical. 
  • EOnline.com/Jason Merrit/ Getty Images

    The answer to your query as to whether or not Nicole Kidman could actually breathe even once whilst teetering in her gown is: No, no she could not breath. I assume she cut herself out of the columnar gown ASAP and put on a nice sensible muumuu post-haste.

  • Helen Mirren brought some humor to the Sidney Poitier presentation Morgan Freeman’s shiny new Cecil B. DeMille award. I just wanted Freeman and Poitier to hug it out.
  • I love a man in tails. When Robert Downey Jr. came out to present in a full white tie and tailed tux (which he flipped out as he settled in front of the microphone), someone in the audience simply could not hold it together and shouted, “Yeah!” Agreed.


  • The only time  at which Leonardo DiCaprio abandoned his expression of utter confusion (aside from the look of exquisite non-amused-ness when he did not win in his category… again), was the smile that broke when Martin Scorsese won Best Director for Hugo. 
  • I wish the sound has not cut out when Ricky Gervais introduced Antonio Banderas and Salma Hayek.
  • The second apology for being French came from Jean Dujardin of The Artist as he accepted the Globe for Best Actor in a Comedy/Musical: “I’m French too… It’s not my fault my eyebrows are independent.” And then he mimed his joy—which was kind of magical. Make sure you catch his dancing as the camera pans away from the stage. 
  • Colin Firth’s well-done swing back at Ricky as a form of Hollywood penance. 
  • Here’s a scenario: Meryl Streep wins yet another Golden Globe, managed to act surprised, bustles her way up to the stage, realizes that she’s forgotten her glasses and will have to actually remember her prepared comments rather than read them. In a team effort moment, her reading glasses get passed up from her table to the front of the stage, where George Clooney hand them to David Fincher, who absolutely cannot get his shit together and hand Meryl Streep her flipping reading glasses. Fincher proceeds  to sit there as she attempts to remember the other nominees’ names (someone shouts out “Rooney”), whilst George Clooney thinks to himself, “Why on GOD’S SWEET EARTH, did I not just walk the extra three steps and hand Meryl the glasses myself, Fincher is such a tool.” Meanwhile the rest of us wonder if Meryl Streep is leaving the Golden Globes up one trophy but down one pair of reading glasses. Fincher stole them.
  • huffingtonpost.com

    And in adorable moments of the night, we have the famous dog from The Artist who not only attended the Golden Globes (they really need to fill seats), but got to scamper up on stage as part of the accepting party when The Artist won Best Comedy/Musical. Thoughts after the win: “I am the famous Artist dog, Uggie, where is my treat? I’m adorable, but that doesn’t mean I am any less famished than any other dog at any given time.”

Leave a comment

Filed under Commenting, Television

I Always Forget the Emmys

I do. Almost every year. This time around, I went out to see Contagion and eat sushi. Sure, a weaker-willed group of people might have opted out of restaurant dining after viewing the mega virus debacle. Luckily, my friends like to eat. And the place we go to (Fin on Wilson and Hermitage in Chicago) is divine (don’t be scared, try the Honey Walnut roll or the Crunchy Plantain).

I digress.

Regarding the Emmys, I am mostly bummed about missing red carpet action. Although when I remembered that Jane Lynch hosted, I did nearly shed a single tear for my loss.

The up-shoot of all this is that my typical comments are basically non-existent. I looked at a few slide shows, and I will limit my comments to four.

What, what, what are you doing Gwyneth Paltrow?


I love Kate Winslet the most, almost all the time (although I did recently watch Heavenly Creatures in a mad dash before Netflix self destructs… and that is one creepy, creepy movie).


Will Arnett’s facial expression. Amy Poehler’s Mystique-esque gown.


Aubrey Plaza always looks as though she is about to punch someone—and I love that about her.


Leave a comment

Filed under Commenting, Cuisining, Out & About, Television

You Thought I Forgot About Helena, Didn’t You?

As you may have noticed, I have been tracking Helena Bonham-Carter’s red carpet looks over the past few months. From Harry Potter: Deathly Hallows, Part 1 to the SAG Awards, she has brought her own personal fashion crazy to the carpet.

Thus, she gets her own slide show in the final round-up of award season posts.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

What have we learned?

Helena likes beaded clutches shaped like fans and lips. Especially fans.

She wears legit Harry Potter glasses. She wears a lot of black. She likes full skirts and corset tops (possibly stemming from her early period film days). She is a little fashion crazy.

You would have to be a little kooky to be with Tim Burton, right?


Love it.

1 Comment

Filed under Commenting, Photo Gallery Links

83rd Year of Oscar Moments

I think we can all agree: the Oscars were more than a little boggling this year. The hosting team of James Franco and Anne Hathaway was oddly calibrated—to say the least. To say the most, they were awful and Billy Crystal should have just taken over half-way through when he came on stage to do that weird Bob Hope thing (which everyone could have done without, frankly).

Hathaway’s first moments onstage should have included the disclaimer: “I took uppers, he took downers! Isn’t it exciting?!”

Here is my disclaimer: I am not a Hathaway fan to begin with. Let that inform your reading as you will.

The opening montage was entertaining for very few reasons:

  1. It probably irritated Leonardo DiCaprio.
  2. Alec Bladwin had an Ambien juice-box.
  3. OK, the Social Network bit was pretty entertaining. Fine.
  4. Morgan Freeman subtly acknowledged that much of the world’s population wishes he would narrate their lives: “Alec likes me to narrate his dreams; says I have a soothing voice.”
  5. At the end, Morgan Freeman and Alec Baldwin both wondered who on earth Franco and Hathaway were.

That is five entertaining moments (and a couple horrifying ones such as the True Grit and Black Swan bits) in the part of the show that involves the most prep-work and was taped ahead of time.

You know what I miss? The Gilligan’s Island montage from 1998—the year of Titanic—when Billy Crystal was still hosting. He was entertaining. It starts here with the pre-taped montage and continues here on-stage with the Gilligan theme song parody, and then a When Harry Met Sally musical love moment found in As Good As It Gets sung to “Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off.” There’s even Hello Dolly redone for The Full Monty.

So good (also you get to see Gloria Stuart all crazy glammed up). That is how it is done.

I digress. Back to the present.


Little moments of note:

  • Franco’s grandmother informing the audience that she had just seen Marky-Mark was passable; Hathaway’s mother telling her to stand up straight was not.
  • Gone with the Wind tribute helmed by Tom Hanks, bolstered by an explanation of the ultimate Best Picture trifecta of Oscars, not won by a single film since Titanic, won for the first time by Gone with the Wind: Best Picture, Best Art Direction, Best Cinematography. I love Gone with the Wind, so I was on board for hearing some of the score and the Tara backdrop… but maybe it was unnecessary.
  • The four hundred hours it took Kirk Douglas to present Best Supporting Actress to Melissa Leo just has to be mentioned. It was arduous, it was a ridiculous and it was creepy. Kirk: please do not ever publicly lust over someone my age ever again. Anne: Do not ever “you-are-the-master”-bow to anyone in public ever again. Melissa Leo: Just because Natalie Portman said “asshole” at the SAG awards doesn’t mean you should drop the f-bomb to one-up her at the Oscars.

  • At least Leo’s faux pas created a diversion from the presenter-death that preceded and followed. We all know that Justin Timberlake is hilarious. Those of us who enjoy That 70s Show reruns while everyone else is at work know that Mila Kunis is pretty funny lady. Why was their banter the kiss of death? How was it possible? No one saw that coming.
  • Toy Story 3 wins for adapted screenplay? Adapted from what? The two preceding films? Mr. Potato Head? Cowboy make-believe play of the past 150-odd years? Theodore Roosevelt’s original Teddy Bear? What?
  • Blah, blah, Aaron Sorkin wouldn’t shut up and kept repeating names.

  • The seventy-something screenwriter for The King’s Speech, David Seidler, explained that, “My father always to me, I would be a late bloomer.”
  • What in the name of all that is holy was that musical number by Anne Hathaway. Stop talking, stop singing, leave Hugh Jackman alone, stop warbling about Wolverine.
  • Russel Brand “translating” Helen Mirren’s French introduction for the Best Foreign Film award, which included the supposed assertion that she played a queen way better than Colin Firth played a king. While Firth’s discomfited face was entertaining, all I could think was: Poor Dame Helen. This is what it has come to. I am sorry.

On to moments that deserve or just require full clips:

Remember that time Harry Potter movies—to the chagrin of the younger generations—do not win Oscars for awesomeness? Well, the ‘young and hip’ 83rd Oscars really hit the right note when they revealed an auto-tuned montage of ‘youthful’ movies with the most hilariously awkward scene in Deathly Hallows, Part I.

In re-reading that paragraph I am chagrined at the lack of a universally accepted sarcasm font for rants. You will just have to figure it out yourself.

And like, really, Twilight, really? Who was paid-off to have that embarrassment to humanity included in an already embarrassing montage. At least Deathly Hallows, Toy Story 2 and Social Network were nominated for things.

It did make me giggle. I will admit that. But it is not something I want to giggle at during the Oscars. On YouTube? Sure. Kodak Theater stage? No thank you. For the millionth time I ask: where is Billy Crystal?

Robert Downey, Jr. and Jude Law had one of the more lively presenter exchanges. You have to give them banter chemistry. It was laced with some mild ungainliness at the start, but overall one of the better duos. Unfortunately the clip cuts out before Downey informs the audience that Jude Law no longer has a ride to the after parties, in case anyone is interested.

Sandra Bullock was probably the best presenter of the night, calling out each of the nominees for Best Actor with solid pacing, humor and personality, including haranguing Jeff Bridges for having won last year and yet having the gall to be nominated again this year.

She sternly commanded Colin Firth’s attention—”Colin, Colin, right here”—resulting a typical move by Firth, my favorite little moment of the night: a bashful wave up to Bullock. This was soon followed by Firth’s admission that he was experiencing “some stirrings, somewhere in the upper abdominals, which are threatening to form themselves into dance moves, which as joyous as they may be for me, would be extremely problematic if they make it to my legs before I get off stage.”

But it all starts when we got to see Hathaway admit on air that people are definitely making a drinking game out of her hosting, as she introduces Bullock.

Colin Firth, you are fantastic. And I have enjoyed all of your acceptance speeches this season.

Natalie Portman gave her usual list of thank yous from previous appearances in past weeks, emphasizing thanks to her parents for teaching her to be a good person, etc. What I enjoyed about this one was her inclusion of the film people “who no one ever talks about, that are your heart and soul everyday;” she went on to thank her make-up and hair people, costume designers, dressers, camera operators, and first AD all by name. Classy touch.

And now, the moment that many a poorly programmed DVR lost: the “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” New York PS 22 Chorus finale with all the winners, and best of all a way too hyped up Anne Hathaway reflecting on how dreams really do come true, while James Franco is all like, whatever, I have no idea how I got here or why.

My favorite part is when Hathaway goes all cheerleader at the end and start high-fiving all the kids. I tweeted on their behalf:


P.S. For more Oscar recap laughs, head to the Tallulah Morehead Huffington Post rant.

P.P.S. For Academy Award fashion reflections, see my post from yesterday.

Leave a comment

Filed under Commenting, Really., Television

Oscars 2011: Fashion Breakdown Deserves Its Own Post

Mila Kunis/ fashionus.com

Diving right in with commendable Oscar fashions.

Love, love, loved Mila Kunis in her sheer, lacy lavender affair by Elie Saab, winner of Slate Magazine’s “Maybe-my-boobs-are-tattooed” award. The Guardian thought Halle Berry wore it better a few weeks ago in a vibrant raspberry-fuschia shade, but I disagree. I think the softness of the lavender fits perfectly with the delicate design, and the light color makes the striking décolletage even more daring—yet classy. Kunis really rocked the red carpet repping Black Swan throughout awards season (see her gown at the Golden Globes and SAG Awards.)

Amy Adams/ Daily Mail

Mila Kunis wins the Words to Bumble All-Around favorite gown award. I want it. We have similar coloring. I want it.

In the classic category, Amy Adams owned a full-sparkle midnight blue number, and even worked serious bling into the mix despite the bejeweledness—pretty impressive feat.

Fox News called her look “Not Hot,” but you know, it’s Fox News. Most best dressed lists were on board with the high neck, cap-sleeved, classic Hollywood silhouette L’Wren Scott specimen.

Most adorable red carpet obviously goes to the surprising Hailee Steinfeld of True Grit, in a tulle-skirted (you know my weakness for puffy tulle), appliquéd 1950s-cut dress by Marchesa.

Hailee Steinfeld/ brandsonly.nl

Pulling off an unembarrassing  Oscars look at age 14: kudos to the kid. Dressing appropriately might be just as hard as earning a nomination.

Sandra Bullock pulled off fire-engine-red Vera Wang in a gown somewhat reminiscent of Nicole Kidman as Satine in Moulin Rouge.

Not only was it a fabulous dress, but Bullock was a fabulous presenter in it, something rare in the show. Mila Kunis for instance, despite a great outfit, had a pretty painful presenting experience alongside Justin Timberlake. Why was it so awkward? Why?

Sandra Bullock/ Daily Mail

At any rate, Sandra Bullock put in a strong audition to be next year’s host (maybe partnered with Tom Hanks or Robert Downey, Jr., or someone else who will try not to look bored/be stoned…). Calling Jeff Bridges “Dude,” will never get old.

Speaking of Nicole Kidman, some could not get behind the odd geometric silhouette around her hips.  I liked her Galliano Dior gown (politics of gross behavior aside—another reason for which some critics hated on the dress).

I also enjoyed how Kidman paired it with coral-red peep-toe shoes. In a sea of women wearing pale, white, off-white, cream, egg-shell, taupe, et cetera looks, the bright shoes were a pleasant surprise to contrast with the gown.

Nicole Kidman/ The Guardian

Honorable mentions go to Scarlet Johansson (all the same she should have considered brushing her hair at some point) in raspberry lace by Dolce and Gabbana, and Helen Mirren in gun-metal satin by Vivienne Westwood.

On the line between good and bad: Jennifer Hudson’s tangerine Versace was fun, but it did strange things to her cleavage. Weird things happened when she spoke. I cannot approve.

Cate Blanchett found herself at the three-way intersection of oddly pleasing, bad and interesting in a geometric coral encrusted Givenchy number.

I am just not sure what to do/say/think about it. So I simply note it.

From what I saw (having neglected red carpet coverage) there was nothing too terribly horrifying—at least not worn by anyone all that interesting…

Melissa Leo/ FoxNews

…Except the Marc Bouwer doily that supporting actress winner Melissa Leo showed up in. Awkward dress, kind of awkward acceptance speech (again)… I mean really: if you are nominated (despite awkward Variety ads), you should make more of an effort to be sure of a commendable red carpet and acceptance speech-giving look.

Just true.

This is not ageism speaking. Unless perhaps referring to the age of the doilies that were assembled to construct Leo’s dress.

Maybe without the sleeves and high collar? Hard to say.

Actually, I was sartorially disappointed by both winning actresses.

Natalie Portman/ Marie Claire UK

Natalie Portman looked nice in Rodarte, but not impressive, and certainly not as lovely as she did at the Globes and SAG Awards. I was a little bored by her flowy plum gown. I’m sure it is difficult to put a growing baby-bump-friendly red carpet look together, but I just loved her modern fertility goddess SAG look so much—I was expecting more on Oscar night.

Even her earrings—though perfectly matched—bored me.

So to back pedal: Portman comes at the end of this breakdown not because of a fashion fail, but because of a fashion underwhelming compared to previous awards outings over the past few weeks. I do really like plum though, I’ll give her that.

Plus: did Portman and Kunis coordinate to wear different shades of purple? Black Swan sisterhood? Ponderous.


Filed under Commenting, Television

The Award for Crazy Figure Skating Hair Goes to… Daisuke Takahashi

Also, he took the gold at this past week’s Four Continents men’s competition.

But in this moment, it’s all about his crazy-awesome hair. Take a look and love it.

Short Program/ UniversalSports.com/ Wally Santana/ Associated Press

Free Skate/ UniversalSports.com/ Nicky Lohr/ Reuters

1 Comment

Filed under Commenting, General Hilarity, [Obscure] Winter Sports