...the Golden Globe nominations:
-- Heck Yeah (!) for three (three!) nominations for In Bruges, (Best Actor for Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson, and Best Picture Musical/Comedy). Even at this late stage, it's one of my top two or three movies of the year. There's probably no chance any of them take the inanimate fucking object home with them on Globe night, but it good recognition.
-- James Franco for Pineapple Express (but not Milk) manages to be not only kind of correct, but also the good kind of weird surprise the Globes tend to deliver.
-- Tom Cruise for his cameo-on-uppers in Tropic Thunder? That's the bad kind of weird the Globes tend to deliver.
-- A hearty FUCK YOU for categorizing last month's 24: Redemption as a TV movie (rather than the first episode in this coming season) just so they could have another chance to suck Keifer's dick, particularly when Battlestar Galactica: Razor wasn't given the same benefit (Michelle Forbes will have your balls for this, HFPA).
-- Four acting nominations for In Treatment certainly sounds like something I'd love, but when two of them are for Melissa George and Blair Underwood (rather than the infinitely more worthy Mia Wasikowska and Josh Charles), my parade gets rained on.
-- Much love for Rebecca Hall's nomination for Vicky Christina Barcelona. Love her lots.
-- Happiest nomination from pay cable: True Blood for Best Drama Series. Angriest nomination from pay cable: Kevin Connolly for Entourage.
-- And good for January Jones for getting some love for Mad Men. I just watched Love, Actually again a couple weeks ago and was pleased to recall her as one of the four American girls so enamored with that doofy British guy. Snubbed there (tragically) but rewarded now!