HE to Chloe Sevigny: If you don’t want an escort to accidentally get his foot caught on the hem of your dress and (reportedly) rip it, don’t wear a dress with a train that drags on the floor, sticking out a couple of feet. Make sense?
Good On Bacon
I had conflicted feelings about Ross Katz‘s Taking Chance , to say the least, but Kevin Bacon‘s lead performance as a sad Marine was perhaps his finest ever. I still say Taking Chance is a sneaky Iraq War sell-job in sheep’s clothing, but Bacon has just won a Golden Globe for his performance. No argument whatsoever.
Equation
Because Ryan Bingham‘s “The Weary Kind” (from Crazy Heart) won the Golden Globe for Best Song, I guess it’s all the more certain that Jeff Bridges will win for Best Actor. (Not that there was much doubt about this.) I suspect that if anyone in the HFPA had even half-liked Everybody’s Fine, Paul McCartney‘s song would have won.
Go Down Swinging
“One thing that can’t be bought is a Golden Globe. Officially.” — host Ricky Gervais, speaking about three minutes ago.
Tribute
The unstoppable Mo’Nique has just won the Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actress. Had to happen and it did. But in her damply emotional thank-you speech, and after thanking her husband and Lee Daniels and so on, did I not hear Mo’Nique say, “I celebrate this award with all the Preciouses, with all the Marys”?
In his thank-you speech after winning Best Actor for The Silence of the Lambs, what would the reaction have been if Anthony Hopkins had said, “I celebrate this Oscar with all the serials and cannibals out there…may they learn to heal their ways”?
Last Globe Equivocation
I don’t actually believe that A Serious Man‘s Michael Stuhlbarg will win the Golden Globe for Best Comedy or Musical Performance, as stated two days ago. I recognize there are problems in playing a whiner. It’s just that the idea of The Informant‘s Matt Damon, Nine‘s Daniel Day-Lewis or Sherlock Holmes‘ Robert Downey Jr. winning seems ludicrous. And that there doesn’t seem any chance for (500) Days of Summer‘s Joseph Gordon-Levitt to win (although I’d be cool with that).
Whulp
Either you recognize this frame-capture right away or you’ll never know unless someone tells you. There’s no middle path.

Geeks For Now
Two hours before the Golden Globes and I’m listening to Movie Geeks United!. A general discussion about the last ten years, the best films, trends, the Avatar phenomenon, the irrelevance of fanboys, etc. On 1.20 the Movie Geeks will speak with author/journalist Peter Biskind about “Star: How Warren Beatty Seduced America.”
Fait Accompli
Saturday morning’s estimate saw Avatar beating The Book of Eli by $41,750,000 to $32 million. Today’s Reuters’ estimate projects $41.3 million for Avatar vs. $31.6 million for Eli — a very decent showing for the Hughes Brothers and Denzel Washington although they still got whipped. James Cameron‘s 3D epic now has a domestic tally of $491.8 million and a worldwide total of $1.6 billion — just $237 million short of Titanic‘s $1.8 billion all-time record.
Cut To The Chase
New York‘s “Daily Intel” is reporting that “sometime this spring” the New York Times will start charging for content. They’ll be using a metered system “in which readers can sample a certain number of free articles before being asked to subscribe.” Meaning you can read…what, ten articles before you have to fork over? Just tell me what the unlimited-read monthly access will be — that’s all I want to know. I’ll go $30 monthly, a buck a day.
Captain Suspenders
The Letterman giggling thing is awful, but otherwise this worked. Sort of. Here’s an ’04 Leno clip, posted this morning by Gawker: “You know, this show is like a dynasty — you hold it and then you hand it off to the next person and I don’t want to see all the fighting and all the who’s better and nasty things back and forth in the press so right now, here it is…Conan, it’s yours. See you in five years, buddy.”
The Decider
Anything that George W. Bush has lent his name to naturally seems suspect. Of course, he needs to do Haiti to make up for Katrina. But it’s still odd — a queasy-funny feeling — to see him back in the White House and standing before a mike.