Glut of Globes shindigs glisten with gliterati
Synergy is possibly the industry’s most overused word, but Hollywood’s best working example of it might be the Golden Globe after-parties.
Following the kudofest at the Beverly Hilton, the hotel hosted a bevy of fetes, including MGM and New Line with separate parties on the car-park roof; InStyle and Warner Bros. in the Palm Court; Fox at Stardust; HBO at Griff’s; Miramax in the Whittier Room; and USA Films, U and DreamWorks sharing Trader Vic’s.
InStyle mag editor Martha Nelson, who co-hosted one of the largest parties with Warner Bros., explained: “It’s like throwing a wedding in a hotel where six other weddings are going on and you’ve all invited the same guests.”
Of course, this year was a little different with guests having to go through metal detectors, bag checks and forgo on-site parking. Ron Yerxa said the security and the shuttling “was like you were going to visit Manuel Noriega in prison.” Harry Shearer said it was “like flying to Hartford with all the security and half the glamour.”
Since there’s such a free-flow between events, it was common to see the same faces at different parties. “You can see Hugh Hefner and his bimbos everywhere,” sighed one guest.
Another familiar face was producer Dick Clark, accompanied by his wife and his 86-year-old mother-in-law who was visiting from North Dakota. “She had been living in Fargo, but it was too cold, so a couple years ago she moved to Bismarck,” said Clark with a perfectly deadpan delivery.
New Line didn’t have the best of nights; in the elevator someone could be heard consoling a “Lord of the Rings” cast member with the soothing words: “Hey, don’t worry, tomorrow’s another awards show.”
And only the deaf could not have heard UA topper Bingham Ray as he stood waiting for an elevator and decided to expressed his joy over his company’s entry taking best foreign film with the shout: “We kicked Miramax’s ass!”
On a shuttle bus headed toward the hotel, one passenger was talking by cell phone to a friend in the Eastern time zone, trying to find out who had won. (The show was tape delayed on the West Coast, so winners were unknown outside the hotel.) The person on the other line seemed unsure of the results, causing the shuttle bus passenger to snarkily shoot back, tongue-somewhat-in-cheek: “That’s it. I’m closing your bureau! The Iowa bureau is closed!”
A tireless party boy was Robert Altman, 76, who closed out the USA Films/U/DreamWorks party at 1 a.m.
When someone mentioned to Altman’s wife, Kathryn, that the two must have been to many, many parties like this over the years, she said yes and that the one thing she’s learned is that “people care”: “They care about the food and they care about the drinks.”
When another guest was asked if she’d seen the guitarist, she said she’d seen “a lot of cadaverous looking agents, but no Keith Richards.”
Late in the evening, one reveler had a strong recommendation for some friends: “You gotta go to the DreamWorks/Universal party. It’s hip, it’s happening, the energy is wild!” You mean people in Hollywood really talk like that?
(Josef Adalian, Timothy M. Gray and Dade Hayes contributed to this report.)