Glitz and Glamour Overshadowed

Let the awards season begin! I love awards season. This time last year I wrote about how much I love to be a peeping tom on the glitz and glamour of the whole thing. About how much I loved the fancy dresses and the women dripping in diamonds. And that still holds true.

Except for two things. The first is that there just doesn’t seem to be very many “serious” movies this year. There is The Hurt Locker and Precious which both look amazing, but other than that, there’s Avatar, Nine, 500 Days of Summer and Invictus pretty much. Of those, Precious and The Hurt Locker are what I would consider “typical” Oscar nominated films. The others are comparably fluffy. I just think it’s interesting. It just wasn’t really a year for heavy movies. And if the Golden Globes were any preview (which they often are) Avatar is going to make a clean sweep.

The second is that the whole thing, all of the excess and typical joy and over the top-ness of the award season is currently being vastly overshadowed by the earthquake in Haiti. I haven’t written much about the earthquake because, really, what is there to say? It’s a horrific situation for this country that simply cannot catch a break. It’s heartbreaking and just to think about it makes me want to cry. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about any of it because we can’t even afford to buy carrots right now, let alone make a donation to the Red Cross. So all I can do is try to keep all of those people, all of those children, in my heart and thoughts and fervently wish that someone steps in to take care of these people whose entire lives are beset with tragedy.

Mo’nique was so sweet and honest when she won for her role in Precious, Sandra Bullock looked gorgeous, Kate Winslet looked simply overjoyed to no longer be in the spotlight, Jason Reitman has got to be one of the nicest (and most talented) people in the business right now and George Clooney should be kicked in the shins for hiding his face with that beard.

Blah, blah, blah, mur, mur, mur

I have a headache. More of a migraine really. So I’ve no idea what to write about today. Well, tonight now. And as I predicted, today would be a day that I would much rather just go to bed than write these 365 words of blah, blah, blah and mur, mur, mur.

But I never back down from a challenge. So here I am writing. And I’m watching the tail end of The Golden Globe Awards. I love to watch award shows. I love to see all the gorgeous dresses and exuberant jewelry. The outlandish shoes and sparkling smiles. Although I gotta say this whole return of the mustache thing is marring some of my favorite faces, much to my chagrin.

The only thing that is a constant frustration for me with award shows is that inevitably, most of the movies that gain recognition are movies that I have little or no desire to see. Except this year. I really want to see almost all of the movies that are up for awards. The only real exception is the Woody Allen one, but that’s mostly just me and my aversion to just about all things Woody Allen.

What I really love about award shows though is that even though it’s easy to get blinded by the bling and glamour, every once in a while you get to see a glimpse of who these people really are. Their humor or their absolute shock at being picked over someone like Meryl Streep. And my most favorite, the occasional peek at an actor’s completely unabashed adoration of what they do.

And holy shit, check out Mickey Rourke!

Anyway, I just love the glamour of it all. I think there’s a part of me that’s always wanted to be glamorous. But I just don’t have it in me. I’m not all that graceful, especially not in heels. And I cuss like a sailor. My laugh is too loud and I love to eat too much. Satin does nothing for my hips and I just can’t pull off having big ol’ rocks around my neck.

But it might be fun to walk the red carpet. Someday. In flats. And jeans.