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Roeper’s thoughts on the Golden Globes
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Live updates from Richard Roeper:
Kudos to Stacy Keibler on the multiple red carpet appearances as George Clooney’s awards-season date. She’s outlasting many of Clooney’s previous girlfriends, including, you know, the one that worked as a restaurant hostess in Las Vegas, and, um, the one that’s an Italian TV something or other.
Matt Lauer to Keibler: “I promised I wouldn’t ask ‘Who are you wearing?’ but, ‘Who are you wearing?’ ”
Wish he’d kept that promise.
Cut to Al Roker interviewing Jennifer Lawrence, who’s about a hundred feet taller than Roker. “How did you [play a] young widow who lost her husband so early?” Roker asked Lawrence, who paused and then said, “Uh..I don’t know Al!”
Meanwhile, the over/under on those of us at home who couldn’t help but think of Roker’s recent admission about his embarrassing, post-surgical episode at the White House: 65 percent.
They should host everything.
The eternally funny Tina Fey and exactly-the-same-level-of-funny Amy Poehler stepped up to the plate as co-hosts of the Golden Globes and knocked out one line drive after another, with many of their one-liners easily clearing the fence.
Singling out Ben Affleck in the crowd, Poehler said, “Hey Ben, I’m from Boston too. You’re not better than me.”
Fey and/or Poehler also delivered zingers about Anne Hathaway’s disastrous turn as James Franco’s Oscar co-host; Kathryn Bigelow truly knowing about torture because “she was married to James Cameron for three years,” and the Hollywood Foreign Press itself. They looked beautiful, and they were brilliant and edgy without coming across as snarky or too cool for the room.
The first time I saw Tommy Lee Jones onscreen, he was delivering one of the most wooden non-performing performances I’d ever seen in a god-awful cheesefest called “The Betsy.”
Imagine my surprise as the years went on and Jones turned into one of the more compelling actors of our time–even if he doesn’t have the range of a Sean Penn or a Daniel Day-Lewis.
Off-screen, however, Jones seems incapable of even pretending to be having a good time. Whether he’s growling one-word answers at a press junket or seemingly on the verge of falling asleep at an awards show, Jones always looks like he wishes he’d rather be anywhere but here.
Will Ferrell and Kristen Wiig brought down the house with their routine about knowing nothing about the five performances they had to introduce. (“Jennifer Lawrence…JLaw…Silver Linings Playbook, she had all this silver…and she was like, ‘Get out of here, this is my cookbook!’ “). Every time they cut to someone the audience, all we saw was joy and laughter.
Until they cut to Tommy Lee Jones. As Ferrell and Wiig were killing it, he looked like he wanted to kill them.
Sir. You’re an actor. I’ve met Secretaries of Defense and four-star generals that take themselves less seriously.