First off, Ricky Gervais?
Michelle Pfeiffer trotted out next and she has taken over Nicky Kidman's reign as the Botox queen.
The Golden Globe, that is.
And the winner of Best Actress in a Movie Comedy was Annette Bening, who apparently raided Judy Garland's closet for an old gown from the Judy Garland Show circa 1963, then topped it off with Judy's old hair and Drew Carey's glasses. Now, Bening might be a good actress--I loved her in American Beauty--but she has the personality of soap. For an actress she displays almost no emotion when she wins; it's all business, and it's all boring. Except when she thanked the winner of the 1962 Globe for Best Newcomer, her 200-year-old husband, Warren Beatty. That elicited a giggle.
Best Film, Drama went to....yawn....The Social Network, and again, well, you know.
So, Ricky ended the show nicely, though his last words I found brilliant:
I'd like to thank god for making me an atheist.
So, what did I learn?
The Hollywood Foreign Press needs to think about who they've hired to host, so their don't get their old man panties in a bunch next year.
Julianne Moore needs to find a new stylist.
I need to see The Social Network.
We need more Cher.