“God is a concept by which we measure our pain,” said John Lennon.
Well, maybe that’s why Madonna referred to Harvey Weinstein as “The Punisher” from the stage of the Golden Globes and Meryl Streep later called the rejuvenated producer/mogul “God” in her acceptance speech.
This quip resulted in Harvey’s gracing the front page of the Drudge Report, with “God, Harvey Weinstein!” It wasn’t meant to be a compliment. (Drudge prefers to refer to the Deity usually when commenting on Tim Tebow.)
It was certainly a triumphant night for Harvey, whose company is trumpeting “The Iron Lady,” “My Week With Marilyn,” “The Artist” and “W.E.” All took important awards, and no doubt Miss Streep and Miss Williams will be competing come Oscar night. And “The Artist,” adored by the critics, has an excellent chance to take Best Picture at the Academy Awards. Just two years ago, people were saying Harvey had lost his magic touch, after splitting from Disney and losing the rights to the name of his original company, Miramax.
I was not one of those people. I am happy to see Harvey so energized and optimistic. And he’s going to need all of his energy. The “Let’s Stop Harvey” campaign began Sunday night, believe me. Just like the good old days!
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AS FOR the show surrounding Mr. Weinstein, I’ll have to admit — I didn’t care for Ricky Gervais last year when he was nasty. I liked him less this year, clearly working with shaved down fangs and claws. His pokes at the industry and various stars were lame, and the audience didn’t seem to want him there anyway. Not out of outrage or nervousness over what he might say, just boredom. Maybe even a little disappointment and contempt that he had bowed to convention, and didn’t ruffle feathers. (Some of these stars like to suffer. Guilt over all their success and money, I suppose.)
If you lived on Mars, you might have been shocked by his remarks on Jodie Foster. She herself gave Gervais one of his only really big laughs of the night and a thumbs up!
Nobody else did anything shocking, though Miss Streep had to be bleeped at one point during her loosey-goosey acceptance speech. Meryl expressed shock over her win, and maybe she was shocked. I don’t think she expected to be onstage. It appeared she’d had a hell of a good time at her table, so more power to her. And, of all the winners, Meryl was the only one who pointedly ignored the cue music. “Oh, no!” she said, rambling on charmingly. (She’d forgotten her glasses at the table, which made for more lively confusion.)
George Clooney not only won best actor for “The Descendants” but he joked around about the movie “Shame,” in which Michael Fassbender is often fully, frontally nude. I was surprised that George wasted his thank you on a dirty joke, but I wonder how many people rushed out to see “Shame”? (Next year — George Clooney as the GG host.)
Peter Dinklage, Octavia Spencer, Morgan Freeman (who won the Cecil B. DeMille Award for Lifetime Achievement), Christopher Plummer and Sidney Poitier offered the most touchingly dignified moments. Michelle Williams was her sugary sweet public self. (Try dealing with her as a member of the press.)
A few people looked a bit of a mess, but those who looked especially glam included Julianne Moore…the incredibly vivacious and funny Sofia Vergara … Reese Witherspoon in hot, tight, lowcut red … Sarah Michelle Gellar … and Nicole Kidman, whose fashion sense can misfire at times.
Madonna can also misfire but she didn’t Sunday night. Though her arms may still daunt those who prefer a softer look, her gray and black gown, her bling, her bosoms and her face looked appropriate to her station in life — High Empress of Pop. And I was happy my friend M took home a Globe for her poignant song, “Masterpiece.” It was with some satisfaction to M fans that she won. Elton John had said, “She doesn’t stand a f**king chance” when asked about her song on the red carpet. You could see his dismay when the camera cut to him as she was announced the winner.
And then there was Angelina Jolie: always a bit too delicate-looking. Jolie ‘s white gown, with a slash of red near her shoulder, was exquisitely simple, elegant, flattering. And the woman has a regal posture not seen since the heyday of Lana Turner. Her beauty is something from another world, almost alien, everything is supersized: The eyes, the lips, the cheeks. But she makes it work. She does not look like anybody else. (She and Brad looked relaxed and happy as a couple.)
But the GG audience truly “ovated” over one woman, more than any other. I do mean Jane Fonda. If she ain’t quite “Barbarella” at seventysomething, she’s still close enough. Amazing. “Tonight Jane became a star!” one fan Twittered. Hmmm … must have been a very young fan.
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NEW YORK IS GOING wild with social plans for this coming season. But what I’m waiting for is this week’s Winter Antique Show at the Park Avenue Armory on 67th street. This ongoing great event is celebrating its 58th year, with six new exhibitions on loan from the historic Hudson Valley association.
The mighty David Rockefeller, as well as Mark F. and Charles, are the honorary chairs, with banker Keith T. Banks running things. There’ll be a glamorous opening night on Thursday, January 19th, and an exciting Young Collectors Night on January 26th. This “don’t miss” showcase runs until January 29th.
Contact www.WinterAntiquesShow.com, but it’s $20 at the door and you get a free award-winning catalog. This all benefits the East Side House Settlement, a charity New York can’t do without. Talk about your good deeds in a naughty world!