It’s true: the HFPA was a corrupt gang, who were able to nominate Angelina Jolie and Johnny Depp for the remake of The Tourist, an unfunny antics. Which they left in the hands of and then they washed their hands. That they rewarded series and films with a criterion that could be described as, at the very least, peculiar. But we must admit that it was very fun to beat them, it was fascinating to see such a waste of poison. In that criticism there was a certain satisfaction and vindication from the barrier of “you have no idea, luckily we are still movie buffs in the world.” However, at the gala held this Sunday, they have claimed good cinema with and Emilia Perez, They have awarded a Brazilian actress the best drama actress, they have pointed the way to the Oscar for Zoe Saldaña, and (her self-affirmation speech is going to be repeated in numerous installments this season and will garner ever more enormous praise), and they have only left some blurs. Thus, they have become a film gala like the dozens that are being held in the United States from the beginning of December until March 3. With its putrid idiosyncrasy lost, now who are we going to mock?
By parts: in drama he won The Brutalist, by Brady Corbert, a film that draws on Corbert’s cinema, as an actor, he has filmed with Haneke, Von Trier, Östlund, Assayas, Bonello and Baumbach; Curiously, it has ended up narrating the life after the Second World War of a Hungarian architect in the United States with the epic, the camera movements or even with an intermission in the middle of its footage like the classics, among which Lean was the king. In comedy or musical, Emilia Perez he took the statuette, and the Frenchman remains the most intriguing and young director at 72 years old: he doesn’t make a single film the same, and in all of them he sniffs out the spirit of the moment. Corbert took the award for best direction—by the way, four men and two women were competing, very far removed from the big names in Hollywood—and Emilia Perez, for best non-English speaking film (at that moment the Iranian exile could be seen sitting in that lounge of an Angeleno hotel, what a trip). All good. Animation, for the Latvian Flow, another success. Soundtrack, for Rivals, de and Atticus Ross: Nine Inch Nails have been able to strengthen their creativity in cinema, and better song, to the evil, the catchiest of the songs heard on Emilia Perez.
It was a festival of good cinephile taste. Because the 334 journalists from 85 countries who now vote in the Golden Globes (and who live all over the world) are, almost all, festival fodder. The excesses have ended since the awards were purchased by Eldridge Industries, a behemoth that houses Dick Parsons Productions (the long-time producer of this ceremony’s gala) and the companies that own the publications. The Hollywood Reporter, Variety, Deadline y Rolling Stone. The Golden Globes have whitened its soul, supported by the specialized film media. Everything stays at home… or that’s what neocapitalism is like,
In the six acting awards there were no major errors: (secondary with Emilia Pérez) and Adrien Brody (best actor in a drama with The Brutalist) They have the Oscar almost in their homes. Demi Moore (best actress in a comedy or musical), who also knew how to sing a beautiful speech, has become the third way in a career that seemed limited to Karla Sofía Gascón and Mikey Madison. (secondary by A Real Pain) is on the right track, and (best actor in a comedy or musical with A Different Man) He knows that he will rarely be able to win again.
And then came the two great moments of the night of the Golden Globes in the film section. The first was starred by the Brazilian who surprisingly won the award for best actress in a drama with I’m still here, and remembered how a quarter of a century ago his mother competed there with Brazil Central Station. At the moment Torres’ name was heard, the cameras showed the yin and yang of her competitors: Tilda Swinton stood up to chant the award, and Angelina Jolie’s face revealed a common thought with that of the spectators: even here have come the possibilities of your Maria Callas.
At a gala with sushi dinner from the legendary Nobu (goodbye to chicken canapés) and with diluted jokes – Elon Musk, Donald Trump’s Zumosol cousin, was never mentioned; nor to the elected president; nor would they have bled from the eyes in Gervais’s mouth; nor was there a testosterone-infused fight between the close enemies and when the first greeted the second in the middle of the broadcast—, the shit, or second moment, came with the Golden Globe for best script so that it is no longer a mere conversion to a script film of the homonymous best-seller of airports by Robert Harris. He deserved that award much more than it unjustly went empty.
While they did not attend the ceremony, probably because a twelfth night with the family tastes better, they will surely have gone to court to denounce presenter Nikki Glaser for starting to sing a song dressed as a potato and in which she joked about a pontiff
However, the gala ended on a high, when, celebrating the victory in the last award of the day of Emilia Perez For best musical, Audiard gave the stage to wearing a dress with two shades of orange, the color of Buddhism, and the Madrid native said: “The light always wins over the darkness. You can put us in jail or beat us, but you will not take away our soul, our identity. Raise your voice and say: I am who I am and not who you want me to be.”
