The Golden Globes are a zoo organizationally in the best of times, but throw a little rain into the mix, and yikes, what a mess.
Shuttles to the hotel after the show required an interminable wait. Executives are griping that the organizers should have figured out a way to tent the red carpet. After all, it’s not like the storm that hit Sunday wasn’t anticipated. And lines for the parties seemed longer than usual.
The one blessing was that broadcasting the awards live (as opposed to delaying them for the West Coast) allowed a lot of people (including yours truly) to watch them from the comfort of home, instead of having to brave security to view them backstage. Still, the post-awards festivities were an even bigger nightmare than in years past.
The whole affair is enough to make you hate a lot of well-dressed people — not for anything they’ve done, necessarily, but just for being in your way. After the Emmys and Oscars, people scatter to parties all over town. With the Globes, everyone jams into the Beverly Hilton — a bit like a giant version of “Big Brother,” only with less savory characters.
Fortunately, it’s just once a year. But if there’s a more irksome award show from a sheer logistical standpoint, I haven’t seen it yet.