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I never put too much stock in the awards given by any organization, least of all the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, which awards the Golden Globes, but it looks like we have even less reason to trust those particular ‘honors’ this year…
Maybe this was the 2012 disaster the ancient Mayans were trying to warn us about…
When I first saw that headline, I wondered what role this was referring to. But I can’t believe it’s Blue Valentine. Michelle Williams gained weight for this part? Where?
Bastards. Frak them. If Syfy really believed in the show, they’d have promoted it better, harder, more. But they’d rather just air crap like ‘professional’ ‘wrestling’ and reality junk about ghost hunters.
Someone make it stop…
Imagine you were last year’s winner of the San Diego Press Club 2010 Excellence in Journalism Award. Or imagine you’re next year’s winner. The most positive thing you could possibly take from having such an award bestowed upon you is that you are at least as professional as a fucking fourth-grader.
I knew things were bad with the state of journalism — or as I like to call it, journalmalism — but this is almost a perfect storm of WTF-ness in this arena. Because remember James O’Keefe? He’s back…
When EPL opened in North America in August, the Catholic press was pretty darned peeved over it. Why? Julia Roberts’ Liz Gilbert — and the film itself, as a consequence — gives less than zero thought to Jesus in her quest for spiritual enlightenment.
I’m not blaming the Guardian for this. I’m blaming Hollywood’s overwhelming dominance.
Almost instantly on the heels of the news of Coppola’s win came grumblings that she only won because the jury president was Quentin Tarantino. Whom she once dated.
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