What a Golden dud
Regarding “Opening Doors: ‘Moment of Change’ is plain to see as groups overlooked on film and TV get their due” by Lorraine Ali [Jan. 7]: I thought these Globes were more tarnished than golden. The hosts’ opening roast was a dud. The introductions sandwiched between commercials were little more than baton passes to a fashion parade. No singing, no dancing, no skits. Our guests begged to leave early, leaving lots of food. Wonder if it will keep until the Super Bowl. Hal Rothberg, Calabasas
Kudos to the Hollywood Foreign Press Assn. for bursting a couple of critical balloons. “Roma” was the very definition of a bad time at the movies. I hated the family for the way they neglected their dog. “If Beale Street Could Talk” was two torturous hours of moony, lovesick stares, with a retrograde caricature of the Bull Connor police officer. The category winners, “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “Green Book,” exemplified achievement in filmmaking without sacrificing the fundamental purposes of film to entertain and foster empathy. And Glenn Close was a discerning choice for a performance and a film (“The Wife”) that got richer as it went. Jordan Chodorow Los Angeles ones that did it right and ones that did it wrong. So it is incomprehensible to me that, with all the examples of what works and what doesn’t, the show I watched ever made it out of the writers’ room. Words like inane, witless and stupid come to mind. Where are the professionals? Eileen Valentino Flaxman Claremont