Day: January 7, 2024

This is a very happy moment for many of us…the actual best movie in this vein (i.e., alleged comedy or musical…Globe bullshit) actually won. The most dynamic and delightful mind-bender of the year!

HE congratulates KOTFM ‘s Lily Gladstone for the success of her (and Apple’s) damn-the-torpedoes campaign. Identity over performance (and a passive one at that). Hey, it’s been working all season for the most part!

And of course, Oppenheimer (as expected) wins for Best Motion Picture, Drama. Oppie sweep, Oppie sweep, Oppie sweep.

The best moments of the evening were the Poor Things, Emma Stone, Paul Giamatti and Da’Vine Joy Randolph wins. Very gratifying!

“I think this is a romcom….Bella falls in love with life itself!” Emma Stone wins Best Actress, Musical or Comedy for Poor Things. Excellent!

Oppenheimer’s Cillian Murphy winning Best Actor, Motion Picture, Drama…total Oppenheimer sweep, not just tonight but at the Oscars in a few weeks.

Why is it that I’m having extremely, intensely negative reactions to all the people in the ads? Which are all about travel, medications, B’way musicals, Stop & Shop, Aura, Secret, etc.

The guy playing Bob Marley in the biopic is much better looking than the real Bob Marley.

Oppenheimer’s Ludwig Goransson wins for Best Score…total Oppie sweep.

Billie Eilish looks like a freak…her outfit seems to be about a form of hostility. Or indifference.

Did Barbie just win a Golden Globe for making loads of money?

This locks in the forthcoming Oppenheimer Best Motion Picture, Drama win when you couple it with the Downey supporting snag…obviously.

…so I bailed and haven’t returned. I’ve been told Season #2 is much better and I should give it another go. Congrats to Jeremy Allen White, for what it’s worth.

I was respectful of Anatomy of a Fall but never a huge fan. Too long, no real tension in the matter of Sandra Huller‘s possible guilt, hated the little kid Congrats all the same to Justine Triet.

Note to The Bear‘s Ayo Edebari and everyone else on the planet: “Never say ‘oh my God!'”

Anyone wearing a burgundy or maroon tux gets an instant HE demerit.

All hail the Golden Globe wins by The Holdovers Da’Vine Joy Randolph and Oppenheimer’s Robert Downey, Jr. The halting of the Charles Melton blitzkreig is noted and appreciated.

Or at least when it was still hanging in there on its own follicular terms. The 31 year-old Sean Connery may have applied some kind of augmentation for Dr. No (a scalp darkener?) but what the camera saw was more or less what was there. (The first 007 “rug” appeared in Goldfinger over two years later.).

On top of which Dr. No (which was only a modest earner upon opening in late ‘62) and From Russia With Love (ditto) are still the best of the series — lean and rigorous and relatively modest in terms of scale and pushing the bounds of credibility. Plus there were no sensitivity police around to protect the Zoomer candy–asses from all that bruising sexism and rugged machismo, Mainly because (thank you, 20th Century!) Zoomers wouldn’t become a cultural force until roughly 2010.

A weak snowfall — enough for a generic whitening but I’m not foreseeing much in the way of sledding, snowmen, snowball fights. Weather media always oversells the proverbial approaching storm. Hype falls short.

The term “clear box” is synonymous with “story-less template,” which is how I put it the other day.