Thus far this week Hollywood has hosted The People's Choice Awards, The Critics Choice Awards, and the oh-so-way-insider AFI's thingy which happened last night. If you're not in the American Film Academy or know someone-who-knows-someone-who-knows-someone who is, then you've only seen the official photo op's and the usual paparazzi shots of those who participated = which means everyone you've already seen at the Critics Choice fête, will see tomorrow night at the always loose and sure-to-be-uncomfortable-for-some-in-the-audience annual Golden Globes, sponsored by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association (aka "I'll have two lobsters, 10 bottles of Dom and a paid vacation to-vote-for-your-project/person" kinda peoples - it has been said a thousand times), as well as at the upcoming Academy Awards, SAG Awards, DGA Awards, and a few who crossover into music for the Grammy Awards.
Huff-Puff. What a whirlwind season! I'm exhausted just viewing the award gala's itineraries!. The hours it takes for the women (and a few of the Metro-Menz) to get ready with the right outfit, the best expression, the finest manicures, the Red Carpet Runway practiced poses, is daunting.
No, I mean it. Imagine going through several months as if you had alternate weeks of prepping for (and going-to) a Prom, Homecoming, then another Prom and yet another Homecoming, etc.
For women it's madness! Gowns, jewelry, hair, makeup. Fashionista's all over the world will be picking your every choice apart, along with how your face looks (depending on your age), coupled with your own expectations riding high (or low, if not non-existent) for you or your project to win (or lose) one of the awards.
There are Pre-Award Parties, Post-Award "After-parties" mingled with special luncheons filled with your peers. God Gawd, that's a lot of Image Pressure! That's a lot of socializing! And, if you're only around as a presenter with no current films or TV shows or CD's to plug, you absolutely must, must, mustbe at your best should you run into Spielberg or another director or producer or hyphen with whom to make nice for another gig.
Most industries have their annual retreats where peeps of the same company or mind-set/interests go to pat each other on the back and hang-out in public and in private while scoffing-up expensive culinary delights, flirting, making deals, shaking hands...posing for pictures. The difference with the entertainment biz is that, as I'm mentioning, most of this happens more than once a year and within a condensed time-frame.
In the process, one can become so immersed with their image, their accolades, that it's not completely uncommon to forget key people to thank when accepting an award.
Tsk. Not a very bright ommission. Remember when Julia Roberts neglected to thank Erin Brockovich when Julia won the little nude golden man? Yeah, that old example. Well, somebody who should have known better did a similar douchey non-mention at yet another podium, this time just a week ago, and this year in Palm Springs.
Some people just won't learn. Or have they?
(Warning: No rumours, here. It's a fact. Don't know to whom I'm referring? It's okay, then. You wouldn't care anyhow.)
Whatever, tomorrow night at the Golden Globes could be interesting. With Ricky Gervais back again to slap more egos into hyperventilation, all eyes will be watching if a certain couple may need an intervention.
THE BRAND bombed, babes. Big time. They looked like statues in rigid poses. Are these two for real-reall?
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Hello Anon. I wouldn't say they "Bombed" - I doubt Jolie expected a win, and Pitt probably assumed that George would get it. However, her pose and face looked like a wax figure. Too, too......
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