Glam­our, glitz and some very grumpy A-lis­ters – it must be awards sea­son…

The Irish Mail on Sunday - TV Week - - FOOD & DRINK -

I’ve never quite un­der­stood the point of awards cer­e­monies. Or, at least, the point of tele­vis­ing them. Okay, maybe it’s be­cause I’m not all that in­ter­ested in see­ing whether Halle Berry or Anne Hath­away will be wear­ing Ver­sace or Donna Karan. Granted, there are worse ways to spend a night in front of the tele­vi­sion than watch­ing Hol­ly­wood sirens shim­my­ing down the red car­pet. It’s once they’re in­side the build­ing that the tor­ture be­gins – the frozen smiles, the fake laughs, and, worst of all, those really aw­ful scripted ex­changes be­tween the pre­sen­ters of the awards, the kind which make you want to crawl into the bit of your arm­chair where the crumbs and 20-cent pieces live.

Watch­ing the Golden Globes this week, I couldn’t help won­der­ing why they per­sist with such cringy hu­mour. If you’re go­ing to cel­e­brate the best that Hol­ly­wood’s TV and movie in­dus­try has to of­fer, the least you could do is get a de­cent scriptwriter to pen the jokes. Af­ter all, you’ve got a room full of pro­fes­sional ac­tors to de­liver them.

The best bit of the cer­e­mony was when Jen­nifer Lopez ar­rived on stage with Ja­son Statham. The lat­ter – who got his big break in Guy Ritchie’s crime ca­per Lock, Stock And Two Smok­ing Bar­rels – has man­aged to forge a de­cent ca­reer mak­ing ac­tion movies. But it looked as if J.Lo thought she was an­nounc­ing her award with the Bev­erly Hil­ton’s toi­let at­ten­dant, such was the sour look on her face. Poor old Ja­son al­most ripped open the golden en­ve­lope with his teeth for fear of get­ting frost­bite from his pout­ing co-pre­sen­ter. Still, you can’t deny, de­spite J.Lo’s claims she’s still ‘Jenny from the Block’, that La Lopez has the diva thing down to a fine art.

The ar­rival of Bill Clin­ton on stage was enough to send the luvvies into parox­ysms. While Barack Obama’s movie-star looks and hip at­ti­tude have wowed the denizens of lib­eral Hol­ly­wood, there is still a place in their hearts for the 66-year-old Clin­ton, who was on-hand to present Lin­coln in the Best Drama cat­e­gory. As John Wil­liams’s surg­ing score and im­ages of Daniel DayLewis as hon­est Abe filled the room, you could feel the fer­vour. Just as well no­body told them Lin­coln was a Repub­li­can… It’s one of the most suc­cess­ful shows on Amer­i­can tele­vi­sion, and likely to re­main so given the canny se­lec­tion of judges for this twelfth se­ries. Though last sea­son’s judges Jen­nifer Lopez and Steven Tyler have left, the pro­duc­ers have lined up two starry re­place­ments in diva supremo Mariah Carey and rap­per Nicki Mi­naj. And al­ready the two new­com­ers are caus­ing trou­ble (or much-needed pre-pub­lic­ity, de­pend­ing on your point of view) with no less a fig­ure than US Pres­i­dent Barack Obama weigh­ing into a row that went ‘ too far’ be­tween Carey and Mi­naj at an au­di­tion ear­lier this year. Along­side Mariah and Nicki on the panel are coun­try crooner – and Mr Ni­cole Kid­man – Keith Ur­ban and long-serv­ing Idol judge and mu­sic pro­ducer Randy Jack­son (all pic­tured with host Ryan Seacrest, cen­tre). Given Carey’s past histri­on­ics, this could be worth a watch.

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