Well, Mariah Carey may have walked away empty handed (if not empty bloused) from the Golden Globes but bearing in mind Glitter, who thought she’d ever be allowed in? There was a day when security were issued with a picture of her with her hair in pigtails and a baker boy cap on and told that their families would be killed if it was allowed entry. Not now. Not since Precious: Based on the novel Push by Sapphire published by HarperCollins in the United States of America and other publishers elsewhere (catchy title for a film, innit? Though we cannot recommend the film – and the book Push by Sapphire published by HarperCollins… highly enough.)
Anyways, Mariah may not have won or even been nominated (not even for Best Facial Hair as she has a moustache in the movie) but at least Mo’Nique got hers. Hotly, highly, muchly, greatly, truly, madly, deeply deserved.
As for the others: hate Drew Barrymore but loved her in Grey Gardens; love Sandra Bullock so she can have what she wants; love (depsite ourselves – we actually went along to point and laugh) Avatar, so good for them; love Emily Blunt but love Sandra Bullock more, so never mind; love A Single Man so tears of real water that CeeFirth didn’t get it; Meryl Streep gets what she wants; j’adore Robert Downey Jr, so hoorays for him (wonder if Madonna is gutted that Guy Ritchie finally made a decent movie. After she binned him); Glee, great; Alec Baldwin in 30 Rock, hooray (though he’s better in Will & Grace) and finally, who the hell knew but hooray anyway to The Hangover, which deservedly beat the patchy and at times piss poor Nine (Sophia Loren? Monster along Donatella lines) into a cocked bonnet.
And there you have the winners and losers at last night’s Golden Globes.