The Golden Globes spun a bit faster this year. The usual complaint award-show pundits like me make each year is that these telecasts aren’t…
The Golden Globes spun a bit faster this year.
The usual complaint award-show pundits like me make each year is that these telecasts aren’t so much like watching paint dry, but like waiting for plastic to decompose. Not this time.
There are a few reasons for the perkier pace. The hosts, Sandra Oh and Andy Samberg, were genuine and likable. Not every gag landed, but the pair was a welcome presence. And then there was the lazy Susan of acting legends: Carol Burnett and Jeff Bridges both received lifetime achievement awards, Michael Douglas won best supporting actor in a limited series, and Harrison Ford presented. When Dick Van Dyke introduced “Mary Poppins Returns,” he got a standing ovation for being bigger royalty than any queen in “The Favourite,” or any fake Freddie Mercury in a Queen biopic.
But the real jet fuel being pumped in the Globes’ engine were the movies themselves. I’d argue that this year’s nominated slate of films — “A Star Is Born,” “Black Panther” and “Bohemian Rhapsody” among them — boast the most passionate fan bases of any awards season of the past decade.
