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(Article changed on January 14, 2013 at 08:40)
(on the Golden Globe Award Ceremony 2013)click here=rss&emc=rss
I usually judge the award ceremonies by the time elapsed before I want to leave the room or go to sleep. In this case I wanted to leave the room several times until I heard that it was the 70th award and I decided to let it slide; they did their best for such age. But boy, was it boring. Come to think of it; it was quite understandable- there were no real topics or real stories to pursue. CIA, CIA, HS, Police, old people, the Hugo's novel transformed into opera with no professional singers and some scenes smelling of Oliver with Alec Guinnes. This was a funny presentation where men resembled women and women resembled men: the two harpies on the scene could even tie themselves into knots if they wanted to; they still looked in such a way that you could get an erectile dysfunction by just looking at them; but Hell, the other presenters and/or winners were no better except maybe for Jody Foster. When Sasha B. came out I found myself preferring Nathan Fillion; that one at least is big. And those boobs. Ladies, I understand that it is easier to spend time in that dreary hall with no bra but please, have mercy. If there is nothing to show, don't show it. The camera is merciless and it reveals how gravity takes its toll. It is good you don't show your navels anymore, so make the next step- dress appropriately for your age. In the movies you can do anything, even catch a Nazi doctor with your vagina, like dear Jessica C. did once, but when we see you live- be good to us and don't make the inconvenient truth (yes, we know that most of you are rather ugly) ruin the fun. OK, there was no fun anyway, that's true.
Tina did not know what to say about torture, so she croaked a corny joke about marriage. It was her usual style. The most ironic piece of the show was that the award was given to the movie about no movie, which is symptomatic because what other fantastic stories you can get from CIA? At least Harrison Ford just played Jack Ryan; Ben Affleck went further and decided to t disseminate the illusion around the Globe (got a golden one, right?). Hey, we also had that Homeland thing which justifies the existence of the Homeland Security as soon as it employes the Claire Danes- kind of chicks who see everything even if there is nothing there. Or we can follow the career of the vagina lady Jessica with those vehement eyes and tough language, a red- haired Valkyrie hunting ... well we all know that nothing like that really happened but the effects...the effects. Nobody notices cruelty and stupidity as soon as Tina Fey takes care of it and champagne sparkles in the glasses and on the floor. There was only one really truthful phrase said on the that show:
-Y2012 was a great year for animated movies.
Eat your checkers, folks. I quote from Cyrano De Bergerac:
-They don't share our fate but they surely can eat our share.
PS. I apologize to all who do not agree with me. No malice, just sometimes I can't stand it anymore. Too much of a bad taste. Too much. I felt myself becoming a Le Miserable.
