David Carr, Carpetbagger, has some fun stuff from last night’s Golden Globes.
Some samples:
Remember that kid in high school who always threw bashes at his parent’s slamming, giant house, the one with like, 11 different rooms? The drunken fest was always a blast, but it was hard to know where to be. You’d think you were in the cool room, with the crowd everybody wanted to be in with, and then someone would suddenly blow a whistle you could not hear and they were gone, off in another corner of the house. The Globes were like that.
Just then, Ziyi Zhang, who missed out on best actress in a drama, but lit the room in a green frock that even the Bagger recognized as exquisite, was about to leave on the rooftop red carpet. She and Mr. Lee, who both broke through to American audiences five years ago with “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon,” had a long embrace. The cameras went wild, and then they did it again, seemingly to satisfy the photo hounds, but by the third time, it was obvious that two artists who have traveled far and well were having a moment.
On a night when Drew Barrymore, one of the industry’s eternally young beanie babies, seemed to show her age and other features in a poorly received garment, Reese Witherspoon was a Big Star, in a down-home sort of way….She looked smashing and demurely wrapped the press around her finger. “Tomorrow, it’s back to diapers and carpool, and driving five kids to school. Maybe I’ll put this on the dashboard,” she said backstage. She was a remarkable contrast to her brooding co-star. “That’s what makes them such a magnetic combination,” said director James Mangold….
By the way, the age Drew Barrymore would be showing is 30.