GOLDEN GLOBE WRAP-UP

YAWN.


No... I'm not behind on my sleep, that's just my reaction to the kinder, gentler Ricky Gervais were were treated to on Last night's Golden Globes.  Obviously instructed to tone things down from last year by the producers, Gervais chose to take the sting out of his material by :
a)  Reassuring us at every turn that he was only kidding
b)  Delivering his material not in his usual sarcasm-tinged deadpan,  but rather with  a disconcerting "that's okay folks, I don't really mean it" delivery.


Ricky was still funny...he's a funny guy...but he didn't give the power-house performance he could have.  Politics is everywhere folks and I guess comedians have to eat like the rest of us.  I still think the right man for the job is Jimmy Kimmel.


Other Impressions:


-It was great to see Christopher Plummer and Morgan Freeman.  A couple of classy guys still hanging in there and doing themselves proud.  Same for Sidney Poitier, although he seemed a little lost.


-What the hell was up with Meryl Streep's acceptance speech?  How can such a great actress give such a crummy, disjointed speech?


-Did you get a look at Madonna's arms?  Yuck. Some weird vein-action going on there!


-Kelsey Grammer wins over Bryan Cranston?  WHAT???.  Has anybody even seen Boss?


-How about UGGIE the Jack Russel Terrier?  Too cute!!!  Maybe he should host next year.


and... my "Babe Of The Night" award goes to....(drumroll please)...Reese Weatherspoon, looking edibly all-American in a heart-stopping red gown.  Mercy.