My predictions for the Golden Globes weren’t perfect but they were pretty good. I missed calling “The Social Network” for Best Picture/Drama (I went with “The King’s Speech”) and I picked Johnny Depp instead of Paul Giamatti in the Best Actor/Comedy category, but otherwise I was right on the money. Who wasn’t on the money was Ricky Gervais as the show’s host. I enjoy snark as much as the next person, but he was repulsive. There’s no need to make everyone in the room feel uncomfortable, and that’s what he did with his mean-spirited “jokes.” I doubt very much if he’ll be back next year.
My dinner was a hit: grilled steak, roasted potatoes, zucchini/tomato gratin, Caesar salad and the same chocolate cake I made for Thanksgiving.
Meanwhile, I see the Jets beat the Patriots. I don’t follow football, but congrats to the Jets fans among us.
As for the Yankees, maybe this will be the week we hear from Andy Pettitte? Oh, wait. I forgot. I’ve already said goodbye to him and vowed not to mention him again. My bad. I guess I haven’t gotten him out of my system after all.
First of all, congratulations to my buddies in New York who are Jets fans. You won! Only one more to go until the World Series Super Bowl! I’m not a football fan, as I’ve said many times, but I know how exciting it must be to be thisclose to a championship.
I spent a very rainy afternoon with friends watching the Golden Globes. Normally, I love this show because – unlike the Oscars – actors are more inclined to say and do silly, spontaneous things, rather than step up to the mic with a rehearsed speech and thank their agents. But today’s show was as soggy as the weather here in California. Jokes fell flat. Nobody wore anything particularly outrageous. And James Cameron, who won Best Director and Best Picture for “Avatar,” felt the need to tell us he had to pee. I was glad Sandra Bullock won for “The Blind Side,” a movie I recommend to my football fan friends. But I couldn’t help but wonder about Kate Hudson. As a cast member of the musical “Nine,” she was a presenter and walked the red carpet. Was she pining for A-Rod or has she moved on with someone else? All I know is that her dress looked like a wedding cake.
Her movie was shut out of the awards. Poor thing. And she worked so hard to get in shape for the show.
Shame on you, A-Rod. She was there for you when you were in the spotlight. The least you could have done was be there for her. You’re heartless!
The good news was that Mo’Nique, Meryl Streep and Robert Downey, Jr. won awards – deservedly; “Precious,” “Julie and Julia” and “Sherlock Holmes” are all worth seeing. Jeff Bridges won too, for “Crazy Heart.” I haven’t seen that one yet, but he lives here in Santa Barbara and is, according to everyone who knows him, one of the nicest, most down-to-earth guys around. Congrats to him!
Do yourself a favor. Go see this movie.
“Slumdog Millionaire” has been in theaters for a few weeks, so maybe you’ve already had the pleasure. But I finally got around to seeing it this afternoon – my husband and I always try to sneak in a film on Christmas Day – and now I understand why all the reviewers have been raving. It’s amazing – my personal “Best Picture of the Year.”
It’s the story of an orphaned boy from the slums of Mumbai who survives unimaginable poverty and cruelty and somehow manages to enjoy life.
His fortunes change when he grows up and becomes a contestant on the Hindi version of “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?” to attract the attention of the girl he loves.
British director Danny Boyle (“Transpotting”) has created a movie that explodes with color and passion and always keeps you guessing. I’m not surprised that he’s been nominated for a Golden Globe; so has the movie and the screenplay. Shot on the streets of India with unknown actors, “Slumdog” is so worth your time. Unlike most of the other Oscar contenders, this one will have you leaving the theater with a smile.
Here’s the trailer. Back to baseball tomorrow.