Thank goodness, then, for Ricky Gervais.The man was lambasted (mostly by industry papers and 'pundits', let it be said) for what was an incredibly scathing role as host for the show. He literally took no prisoners as star after star after Hollywood institution (which is where most of them belong, by the way) were felled in his cutting, utterly relentless, utterly British manner.
The majority of 'ordinary' folk in the blogosphere loved him, though. That's telling...
Charlie Sheen got swiped for his predilections involving whores and hell-raising (justified). Robert Downey Jnr., an actor I've always admired but who gets more and more annoyingly smug and self-satisfied with each passing year, got shot down with barbs about his stays at the Betty Ford Clinic and LA County Jail (take that, Mr-Smug-Trying-To-Be-The-New-Jack-Nicholson). Fair game, dude. Even Downey Jnr's riposte, seemingly 'elegant' and 'witty' and no doubt appreciated by the bunch of besieged assembled stars, was just plain American ho-hum.
Ricky's sly and oh-so-pointed aside at the closeted gays of Hollywood's Scientology cult left the audience stunned - and me howling in approval.
It was fabulous.
The Golden Globes make me feel icky and uninvited - like a voyeur, one has to watch all the Hollywood insiders sat elbow to elbow, winking here and waving there, all being total 'luvvies' with each other, and it's all such an inside joke and lovefest. It feels positively incestuous at times.
For the boring, pompous circus that it is, Ricky Gervais was ebullient, a most apt and ironic ringmaster.
His parting words at the end of the borefest were priceless and his very best:
"I want to thank God for making me an atheist. Good night everybody!"
Amen to that!
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