Golden Globes: Irrelevant? Maybe. But not the speeches
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In the most obvious of ways, the Golden Globes have absolutely no bearing upon the Oscars. No academy member suddenly thought last night, ‘By Jove, that ‘Artist’ sure seems to be a favorite of the Hollywood Foreign Press. I’d best check it out.’ If anything, given the reputation of the people voting for the Globes, you could see academy members wanting to go the opposite way.
But that’s not how it works either. At this juncture of the award season, with nomination ballots already in, Oscar contenders can only help (or hurt) their chances by the way they conduct themselves when in the spotlight at public events. So how did this year’s crop of Oscar contenders do last night at the Globes? Let’s go to the tape:
She’s human. Forget for a moment the forgetting of the glasses. Did you see the kiss she gave her husband of 33 years, Don Gummer? Or the smooch she planted on Colin Firth’s lips? Mamma Mia! Meryl was bursting with love last night! And then, yes, this master thespian can apparently be reduced to fits of profane yammering without her pair of trusty reading glasses. Granted, her speech went on a bit too long, but the standing ovation that greeted her and the charming humanity she displayed from the stage can only enhance her chances with academy voters. Which brings us to ...
When Streep did that cute little distress signal at the podium, miming a pair of spectacles with her hands, the call went forth to Hollywood: Get this woman her glasses! A specialized unit immediately sprang into action, an A-list A-Team that had Harvey Weinstein handing off the glasses to George Clooney who then made it almost all the way to the target before (in his words) ‘chickening out’ and giving the final baton to David Fincher who ... started for the podium and then sat back down.
First, let us just remark how odd it is to see Fincher occupying the Mayor of Hollywood front-and-center table spot usually reserved for the likes of Jack Nicholson or Tom Hanks. But more to the fatal Clooney gaffe: There’s no way the publicity-shy Fincher makes that final handoff in the spotlight. Clooney might as well have picked up his phone and called Ryan Gosling in Thailand for all the good he did in giving the glasses to Fincher. And viewers would have delighted in seeing him on stage with Streep.
On all other counts, Clooney acquitted himself nicely, displaying his trademark blend of graciousness and charm. His acceptance speech mixed an affable shout-out to friend Brad Pitt’s humanitarian work with a profane thank-you to Michael Fassbender to ‘taking over the frontal nudity responsibility that I had.’ His remarks were short and sweet and few would mind hearing a variation of them come Oscar night.
Tears? Check. Surprise? Check. ‘Seriously nuts’ and ‘trembling ... gonna fall off these high-heel shoes’? Endearing. Quoting Dr. King? Priceless. The shot of Melissa McCarthy crying says it all. This woman will be hard to beat, even in a year dominated by her ‘Help’ costar Jessica Chastain.
Even though (from the look on his face) Mark Wahlberg has no idea how to pronounce his name (nice save, Jessica Biel!), Dujardin enjoyed a nice introduction to Middle America last night, delivering a clever speech that played up his nationality without resorting to Benigni-level antics. The bad news: He’s still being upstaged by the dog.
— Glenn Whipp