The smell of tanner and anti-anxiety medication in the air can only mean one thing; it's award show season! Some people have church, some people have football; we have red carpets and acceptance speech mishaps. Last night's Golden Globe Awards (the fun drunk cousin of the Oscars) was best summed up by co-host Tina Fey: it was "the beautiful mess we hoped it would be." Fey and Amy Poehler (a winner herself last night for Parks and Recreation) were the buoyant and at times brilliant (see: Randy Fey) returning hosts that kept the Globes afloat. From an extremely over-eager maestro (almost no one finished their speech without the "get off the stage" string arrangement sounding like the buzz of a malaria-carrying tsetse fly in the ears of terrified celebrities) to winners that universally did not prepare speeches (is Hollywood suddenly so painfully humble that none of these people thought they could win?), it was an extremely mixed night. Here are some of our favorite moments from the 2014 Golden Globe Awards.
Amy and Tina's Intro
Let's be honest; ladies, you had me at "a very good evening to everyone here in the room and all the women and gay men watching at home." That pretty much is every award show's demographics. From Jean-Claude Van Damme references to Tina's assessment that nominee Gravity was a film about "how George Clooney would rather float off into space and die than spend one more minute with a woman his own age," there was no sophomore slumping. After killing during the opening, Poehler and Fey seemingly disappeared for the duration of the show, popping up sporadically and then vanishing again to the show's detriment. More hosting duties next year please; these ladies were too fleeting a treat.
Matt Damon, the Garbage Man
First of all, I think it's newsworthy to note that Matt Damon has gained a certain amount of Clooney-esque gravitas with the steely grey low-lights he's currently sporting at the temples (my Will Hunting has become quite the distinguished gentleman). Second, he played off being "basically, a garbage man" with all the charm he lent to that speedo in Beneath the Candelabra. Excuse me, Behind the Candelabra (that's almost worse).