Unsolicited Opinion - The 67th Annual Golden Globes

As of last night, the Golden Globe Awards has become my new favorite Hollywood ceremony. Much like the Oscars, the premise is simple - masses of beautiful film elites (and a handful of behind-the-scenes nerdy types) gather together for a night of self-congratulatory celebration. What makes the Globes so much better is the casual atmosphere that pervades throughout the proceedings. The Oscars is an event, but the Globes is most definitely a party. Where else can you see an emcee sipping Foster's (if Ashton Kutcher's Twitter feed is to be believed) while still at the podium? And how about that emcee? Ricky Gervais was devastating in the best of ways, and I like to think that he was able to make it out of that room alive, though it's possible that Colin Ferrel and Mel Gibson are chasing him through deserted Inland Empire subdivisions as I type. Godspeed, Mr. Gervais. And god help you.

However, there was far more on display last night than a vaguely caustic and pleasantly buzzed British comic. There were surprises! There were upsets! There were beautiful gowns and absolutely no awards for costumes, make-up, set design or special effects, which bummed me out because I love those! It was a fun and noteworthy night - here are some highlights:

Paul McCartney: What the hell is Sir Paul doing at the Golden Globes? Oh, turns out he's presenting Best Animated Feature (for some reason) and getting some of the best lines of the night in the process - not only is he "that guy from Rock Band," he also slyly reveals that animation's main non-juvenile audience is comprised of "drug-taking adults." The statement is accompanied by a knowing look on McCartney's part and approving whoops on the audience's. Coraline is up for this one, and I want to see it win just to prove that animation can be a vehicle for strong stories without relying on bright colors and frenetic action to engage an audience. Instead, the Globe goes to Up, an animated movie that is a vehicle for a strong story that doesn't rely on bright colors and frenetic action to engage an audience. It's also the only film of 2009 that made me cry. The director says that he and his crew drew inspiration from their family, friends, wives, children and talking dogs. My dog seems pleased.

Best Score: Up wins this one as well, and the composer is thrilled. However, what he's really happy about is being congratulated by Sir Paul. Can't say I blame him.

T Bone Burnett: My god, that man is tall. And why'd they have him in the cheap seats?

Meryl Streep: This woman is probably running out of mantle space, so I expect her to give the Been There, Done That speech. Instead, she's...humble. Humble, sweet, and genuinely happy. I'm surprised when she chokes up as she makes a quiet, subtle reference to Haiti. It's nice to know that she cares and doesn't just lend her name to the cause du jour.

Jeff Bridges: What a lovable old hippie! Lookit him, thanking his parents! It's about time he won something.

Mad Men: I'm starting to think that I'm the only person who hasn't seen this show. I know it's about ad executives in the 60s, and I know everyone loves it. And oh, it won Best Television Series - Drama. That's nice. Good for them.

Michael C. Hall: I've never seen your show, sir, but good on you for showing up tonight. May your recovery be swift and complete.

Drew Barrymore: Has she never won anything before? She seems as surprised and nervous as a first-timer, but she's been in the business since she was...seven? Longer? It's endearing, don't get me wrong, but also a bit odd to me.

Christoph Waltz: Speaking of charming, how about Christoph "Hans Landa" Waltz? Inglorious Basterds may be the role that defines him for Americans, but I hear he's well known in Austria. Personally, I'll forever know him as the man who scared the hell out of me with his portrayal of a charming, manipulative and utterly sadistic Nazi who would just as soon strangle you with his bare hands as he would order you a heaping plate of strudel. (Mr. Waltz, if you are reading this, I will have you know that I have never eaten strudel, nor will I ever partake of it in this lifetime. Thanks to you, the mere word gets my stomach in knots. I won't even mention the cream.)

Anyway, I had no idea what to expect of the man when he took to the stage to receive his award, but as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew exactly why he won in the first place. Whatever I was expecting, it was not a gentle, soft-spoken, incredibly grateful man who actually had doubts about being able to hold his own with the rest of the Inglorious cast. Sir, no more of that. You made that film. I firmly believe it never would have been the hit it was without you.

Next time, play a good guy. Because you are way too good at being evil.

Best Director: I know I'm not the only one who reacted with slack-jawed disbelief at the fact that Avatar won Best Picture (I've heard the film described as both "Fern Gully in Space" and "Dances With Furries," with the overarching complaint being that the plot and dialogue are terrible), but I'm willing to give Cameron a pass here, if only because of all the new technology he invented to make this film a reality. The man's purpose in Hollywood seems to be making big, beautiful movies by making things that enable him to make aforementioned big, beautiful movies, and I suppose it's only fair to give him recognition for that every so often. And at least now we know that if you want to win a Golden Globe for Best Picture, you just have to sit the judges in front of bright colors and frenetic action. Which makes me wonder just who Sir Paul was referencing earlier.

Cecil B. DeMille Award - Martin Scorsese: Back when I was awesome and working for All Media Guide, I became friends with the guy who wrote this column. (True story!) Mr. Seibert is a big fan of this year's Cecil B. DeMille Award, so I knew he would be happy no matter what Mr. Scorsese said. And what Mr. Scorsese said was about others - the people he worked with, the people who inspired him, and the people who work to preserve films for future generations. If you have any love for movies, go find his speech on YouTube. You'll appreciate it.

Best Actor - Musical or Comedy: This one was all about Matt Damon. When The Informant! was in theaters and the reviews were coming in, his performance was lauded as one of the best of the year, so it seemed only natural that everyone in the room settled back and took a sip of their drinks while the names of the nominees were read out.

How do you know these are consummate professionals? You know when all of them - each and every one - managed not to choke on their bubbly or forcibly expel it into the face of their tablemate when Robert Downey Jr. scored the upset of the night. (Ok, fine - the second upset of the night. The other one was the evening's final award.) I'd just seen Sherlock Holmes the day before, so his performance as everyone's favorite British detective was fresh in my mind as he made his way to the podium. Everyone was surprised, most of all Robert Downey Jr. You know he's a consummate professional by his hilarious (and apparently ab-libbed) acceptance speech. You can find it on YouTube for now, but I've transcribed it below in the terribly likely event that it's yanked from the site tomorrow.

"If you start playing violins, I will tear this joint apart.

"First of all, I'd like to thank Susan Downey for telling me that Matt Damon was going to win, so don't bother to prepare a speech. That was at about 10 a.m. I don't have anybody to thank. I'm sorry - everyone's been so gratuitous. 'It was a collaboration.' 'We all did this together...' I'm certainly not going to thank Warner Brothers. Allan Horne and...my god [mutters]. These guys needed ME. Avatar was gonna take us to the cleaners! If they didn't have me, they didn't have a shot, buddy! What am I gonna do, thank Joel Silver, the guy who's only restarted my career 12 times since I began it 25 years ago?

"I mean, I REALLY don't want to thank my wife, because I could be busing tables at the Daily Grill right now if not for her. Jesus, what a gig that'd be...

"Guy Ritchie had a great vision for this film and a lot of great people came together and we worked our asses off. And it's just a privilege. By the way, the Hollywood Foreign Press...there's a Holmes quote by Conan Doyle - who was a genius, by the way - and he said, 'Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.' That is why I would like to thank also - or not thank - the Hollywood Foreign Press, because they are a strange bunch, and now I'm one of them! Take it easy."

And that, as they say, is a wrap.

Fun With Foodies

I got an e-mail today from my editor at The Gazette, who has been working diligently to come up with new and exciting ideas for the county's beloved daily. The arts and entertainment section is therefore going to focus on food every Tuesday, and I was asked if I'd like to do a column. A column.

It isn't a real column, at least not in the way it's generally described. I don't get to rant about food or vegetable growing or how very aggravating it is to see the same chain restaurants everywhere. Instead, it appears that I'll be interviewing local people (including the occasional restaurant chef) about their cooking experiences and favorite recipes - my main contribution will be fun little intros to frame the pieces, as well as hunting down local types to interview. This will, of course, involve actual research - as much fun as it would be to leap out from behind endcaps at the local grocery store for ambush interviews ("CITIZEN! IN THE NAME OF JOURNALISM, DIVULGE THE COMPONENTS OF YOUR EVENING MEAL!") I'm not sure that technique would go over well with such a family-friendly publication. The local alt-weekly, maybe, but not our sweet little daily.

Of course, there's always the danger that my tenure with the food section may eventually involve me reviewing restaurants, which could indeed be the death of me. What with the day job keeping me literally tethered to my desk for eight hours, I'm not getting much exercise these days. I'm told I could get up early to work out, but I still have trouble with that. I'm very much a night owl (though it'll be a while before I can nerd by buying this car and naming it Archie¹), so I'd rather work out at 11:00 p.m. than 8:00 a.m. Of course, the way things are looking, I may well have to physically engage both early and late - I loathe the way I feel and look these days, and if my future involves rich meals on the cheap (or free!), I'm gonna have to pull out every stop I have. There's a real possibilty that they'll be rolling me in and out otherwise.

Maybe it's time to consider that non-fiction book idea I had. I call it, "Results Not Typical," and it'd follow me for a year as I tried every fad diet, trendy exercise routine and diet pill available. Hey, what's the worst that could happen?



¹I don't care what anyone says - to me, it looks like your friendly neighborhood owlship. It's also the closest I'll ever get to owning transport that awesome.

Though it's the sort of thing that may make people's eyes roll back into their skulls, my biggest thrill of the day was sending in my application for the Kiplinger Program in Public Affairs Journalism. I got some very fantastic letters of recommendation from former colleagues - one nearly made me cry - and did my best to explain why the program should sponsor my project idea. Hopefully the judging panel will be as enthusiastic about it as the post office patrons were; it's sort of gratifying to have a stranger tell you that "you seem to have it together" when you're standing in line wearing an old T-shirt, sweatpants and mud-caked sneakers, makeup-less and soaked after a speed gardening session. (Rain or no, some harvesting was vital - the recent rains around here have caused my plants to go a little crazy.)

Poor Big Mean Flash Gamer. I do hope he knows what he's getting himself into.

Now that the application is out of the way, it's time for me to start tackling other projects, including another story for the local paper and a follow-up with The Herb Companion to see if they'd like to use a story I pitched a while back. My recent freelancing course has really given me a kick in the pants when it comes to writing and pitching more, so I'd like to put that knowledge to use and get back in the game. As Big Mean Flash Gamer gently reminded me, the best way to be a writer is, well, to write. I've been freaking out way too much as of late about finding a new full time gig, and it won't do me any good to have an anemic portfolio if (when?) that big interview comes around. I've also got some ideas for a number of regional publications, including Ohio Magazine and Midwest Living, that need to get committed to paper at some point.

Just like those ideas I have for a steampunk novel. Or comic book. Or something. Whatever works, really. I'll have to see what shapes up for it.

But for now, bed. Never enough hours in a day, I tell you.

(Crossposted to Life on the Margins - LiveJournal Edition.)

Busy Busy

It's been a bit since I last updated, but I can at least say it's been due to busyness* and not apathy.

-I've started taking an online writing course. The latest assignment is to write five story pitches and, well, pitch them. It's due on Tuesday, but I'll have to let the teacher know I've run into a bit of a snag with regards to getting my sources lined up in advance. It seems that there's this "holiday weekend" thing that all the kids are wild about, so I haven't been able to speak with some of these people. Hopefully I'll have more luck next week, after which I can actually pitch the articles to actual editors who will accept my ideas and pay me actual money. Money's always fun.

-I'm working on another story for The Gazette, this one about a local teacher who was involved in Project Dragonfly. I interviewed the teacher today, and she was very enthusiastic. I look forward to writing the story and helping her educate the community about this program. More people should know about it.

-One of my friends is working on a website for our 10 Year High School Reunion, and he wants me to help him out by writing the copy for it. This is harder than it sounds, especially since my initial pitch for the splash page was rejected.^ I need to dedicate some part of my brain to coming up with acceptable content, though I have yet to determine which part.

So that, on top of the day job, is what's keeping me hopping now. Somewhere in all of this, I also need to get more job applications knocked out. Someone out there must need a writer, and I intend to find out who.


*No, it's not a typo.

^"Hey! Do you want to relive four years of teenage angst while drinking with people toward whom you feel either ambivalence or open hostility? Then come to the __________ High School Reunion for the Class of ______!"

RIP, Mr. Jackson, Ms. Fawcett...

There's really nothing I can say that hasn't already been said, so I'll instead direct you over to some posts at the All Movie Blog that were written by my friend Cammila Albertson. I don't know who will be covering obit duties over on the All Music Blog, but you can check them out tomorrow for a more extensive post about Michael Jackson. They have their work cut out for them - I don't think anyone over there thought they'd be tasked with writing this one.

Strange, strange day. And a tremendously sad one.

In Memoriam: Michael Jackson

In Memoriam: Farrah Fawcett

Tehran Calling - Mayday, Mayday

I will be the first to admit that I don't know the whole story of what's going on in Iran. I know there were elections, I know the results were disputed, I know some are saying the elections were rigged, and now it seems that the country is falling apart. You won't see much coverage on mainstream news sites, apparently - but there is a great aggregate post over at LiveJournal's "ontd_political" that includes coverage from The Huffington Post, as well as Twitters from eyewitnesses. More than anything, it would appear that the Iranians, and especially young Iranians, want the world to listen to their concerns that the election was stolen/rigged by the existing regime. The regime has responded with a brutal crackdown that includes beatings, intimidation, and the shutdown of cell phone service. Social networking sites have apparently been blocked, and foreign reporters are being told to leave or cease their broadcasts. It doesn't appear that things are going to get better for Iranian citizens any time soon.

I wish there was more I could do or say at this point, but I'm truly at a loss for words. I just hope that the reporters covering these events are able to get back home safely, and I also hope that no more protesters are injured or killed at the hands of their government. I don't know what those of us outside Iran can do, or even if we can do anything. Hopefully we'll learn more tomorrow.

If you know more about what's going on, how to help, or just want to talk about the situation, please feel free to comment.

They Tell Me I Have a Website

I've batted around the idea of getting a website for a while, but I never followed through with it. I was always worried about the cost, about how to design it, who would host it and all that. However, it looks like things may have changed.

Carl over at Geek Assault has offered to host my site, and several of my friends have also volunteered to design one for me. What's more, Carl has also offered to host a site for Big Mean Flash Gamer - no bad thing, especially if it leads to more opportunities for him.

So to sum up: a website is in the works, thanks to some great people who think that a site would be a great idea for me and mine. Watch this space for further developments, as well as new content. It's about time I started updating this thing on a semi-regular basis at least.

Current projects: New Website, freelance articles for The Gazette.