Yeah, I watched some of the Golden Globes last night. I liked the monologue (duologue?) by Tina Fey and Amy Poehler but I'm rarely in the mood for hours of millionaires honoring each other and it's especially hard to take when it's an award that everyone knows is voted on by a small group of unimportant folks. It would be like if all the gardeners who cut lawns on my block got together and named The Garfield Show Best TV Series Ever and I put on a tux and thanked everyone as if the whole world had decided that. The Academy Awards at least are chosen by people who are close enough to the business to get free screeners.
Each year, my pal Bob Elisberg explains on his blog why the Golden Globes involve a lot of people pretending they mean something when they don't. He also debunks the myth that they're even a good barometer of how the Oscars will fall. Bob's right. But of course, it's a big party and it's televised and the award has a cool name and it looks good on your mantle or in ads. So everyone goes along with it.
The only two good things about the ceremony each year are the opening jokes and Ken Levine's review the next day.
Here's another report on Frank Ferrante's show yesterday. I enjoyed meeting Daniel Faigin after the performance and you can read on his blog how much he enjoyed Frank.
By the way: I met Hal Holbrook a few months ago when I went to see him do Mark Twain Tonight. I was hoping to run into him yesterday in the parking lot so I could ask him about the slush fund controlled by H.R. Haldeman and he could tell me to follow the money.
(In case you don't get the reference: In the movie of All the President's Men, Holbrook played the character of Deep Throat, the informant who helped out Woodward and Bernstein. It must have been an interesting challenge for Mr. Holbrook. He had to portray a real person without knowing who that person was. At the time, Bernstein and Woodward wouldn't tell the filmmakers who D.T. really was and the filmmakers were worried that it would come out that Deep Throat was a black dwarf or a lady wrestler or something. Woodward assured them the casting of Hal Holbrook was a good choice. And if you ever saw an interview with Mark Felt, the gent who was eventually revealed to be the Mystery Man, you can see that he was.)
I am still dealing with e-mail problems and also with deadlines so there may be a Soup Day or two in the coming week. Your understanding is always appreciated.