The Golden Globes are over. Seriously, they just ended a few minutes ago. Or maybe it just felt that way.
Yet after reviewing the show and going out a bit afterward, I have some morning-after observations:
- Nobody should really worry about the Golden Globes as a bellwether for the Oscars. But if people didn't, then they'd have no reason to worry about the Golden Globes at all.
- Trying to determine why the Hollywood Foreign Press Assn. voted for somebody is completely pointless. Unless the winner is European.
- I mentioned this in the review, but in terms of TV, anyway, the group really did seem to go out of its way to pick the least-watched program with the highest-profile star at virtually every turn. Think about that when you're putting together your Globe plans for next season.
- That first bartender really didn't care whether I was able to drive home Sunday or not.
- Percentage-wise, NBC has a better chance of converting Globes viewers into "Smash" samplers than Super Bowl viewers. Unless they feature nudity in their Super Bowl promos.
- Win or lose, HBO still throws the best party.
- Ricky Gervais said at the outset that he was barred from using expletives. Then he used one toward the end of the show. As I Tweeted last night, I wonder if that wasn't a bit of frustration with sensing how lamely the show proceeded after his monologue.
- After walking past Jason Momoa — co-star of "Game of Thrones" and the recent "Conan the Barbarian" — I briefly wondered which closet is currently the home of my weights. Then I thought better of it.
- Having all those parties in the same venue is a terrible idea. Anyone up for renting out Spago next year and getting the hell out of the BevHilton?
- I take a small amount of perverse pleasure in knowing Nikki Finke had to sit through that show too.