Tom Hanks presenting the Cecil B. DeMille award (i.e., life achievement) to Warren Beatty. Hanks is fine, but why didn’t Nicholson present this award? “What balls this man has! What balls has Warren Beatty!” (Will the network bleep out “balls”) Hanks adds, sensing the vibe, “By balls, I mean artistic vision.” The flim clips, of course…Bonnie and Clyde, Splendor in the Grass, Shampoo, Heaven Can Wait, Reds, Bugsy, Dick Tracy, Bulworth. Hanks asks the ladies in the room who’ve succumbed to Warren’s charms to raise their hands. (Moderately funny.) We all want to exude his class, charisma and balls.
Beatty takes the stage: “Truth is, I haven’t made an awful lot of movies. Somebody said about me that every single movie I made from the beginning was a comeback. Something like this is enough to make me want to go out and make another movie. I…I just don’t know what to think. Forget about Hanks…I’ve got bottles of moisturizer older than Hanks.” He chides Eastwood and Nicholson for not taking it easier, for making him feel inactive, insubstantial, etc. “I think what I have to do is say something tonight that will scare the hell out of all of us — of course I’m going to make another movie.
“That first award I got in 1962…that was 45 years ago. He says he wouldn’t mind being named the most promising newcomer…again. Thank you, Hollywood Foreign Press. Annette…thank you for our life together, and thank you for making me feel, always, like the most promising newcomer.”