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The Golden Globes 2015: Bring Your Own Globes

“Remember when we had seen ALL the movies well before the Golden Globes?” I asked Gabriella before the Golden Globes 2015 began. “AND we used to go to parties AND fill out ballots AND have fun?” Gabriella nodded, but there was nothing more to say.

We don’t go out to see movies, not grown up movies anyway. It takes a special occasion for us to pay a babysitter AND go out AND spend more money AND food AND entertainment AND parking AND stay out very late without the option of sleeping in or calling in sick the next day. And, because there are so many distribution points for movies now, we choose to wait until we can see those Golden Globes and Oscar nominated films on demand or on Netflix or not at all which unfortunately tends to happen more often than we would like to admit.

There is one category during the award shows where we sit upright in our chairs and debate the nominees. This year, we had seen all of the nominated animated films thanks to our children, all except for one of them, the one that won. Insert sad trombone sound. Damn that dragon!

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In spite of the fact that I was unfamiliar with most of the nominated films and television shows, I still had fun watching the Globes. As long as I could turn off that voice in my head that said, “Remember when?” I could still appreciate most of the things we tune in to see.

We watched so we could see Tina & Amy do their thing, and they did not disappoint.

We watched so we could see all the celebrities who stepped in front of spray tan nozzles that were clearly set to SOAKER. We watched so we could see all our favorite gals in dresses that were classy or questionable or revealing. Lots of boobage this year. Not sure if dress fashions for the Globes are always more naked than those of the Oscars. Perhaps the Globes are to the Oscars what Miss USA is to Miss America. I’ll have to get back to you on that one.

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We watched to judge speeches for eloquence, sincerity, originality, or ridiculousness. I always hope for a Streep Speech because she always delivers, but she didn’t make it out of the woods and on to the stage this year. My personal favorite for originality was Wes Anderson’s speech after winning Best Motion Picture for Grand Budapest Hotel, a film I actually did see on demand over the holidays.

Of course we all cried rainbow colored tears of joy when Transparent’s show runner Jill Soloway accepted the Golden Globe for Best TV Series and thanked her Moppa and dedicated the award to Leela Alcorn on behalf of all the trans people who die too young.

We wanted to hug Jeffrey Tambor when he delivered an incredibly generous speech directed at his cast and director and the trans community, but we would have preferred to hug him as Maura Pfefferman.

We also swelled with pride for Pride, the little movie that could. Nominated for Best Motion Picture, Musical, or Comedy, this gem of filum, Pride tells the true story of gay activists in the UK who joined forces with the National Union of Mineworkers during the strike of ‘84. I love this story so hard because it really happened. People of disparate backgrounds actually put aside their prejudices, recognized the humanity that united them and fought oppression together. Neat, right?

So, it was a good night overall in spite the fact that we couldn’t resist watching the Downtown Abbey we recorded which meant we were in bed at too-late-o’clock. Not a great way to start the week, but we can’t let the children ruin all our fun. That’s what the Dowager would say, anyway.

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2 Comments

  1. Vikki Reich says:

    I remember when I saw all the movies and had parties and filled out ballots and had fun too!

    • Deborah Goldstein says:

      Maybe there’s still time to see everything before the Oscars, she said with naivite in her heart and delusion in her eyes.

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