Cinerant

Monday ramblings

Golden Globes—just more fun when they don’t want to be taken seriously.  Besides Emma Thompson and her Jane Austen hilarities, the fun quotient of the night was at a very near low.  No embarrassing surprises.  No ridiculous awards. Much prep work done by the Desperate Housewives cast.  A little too much excitement from Ryan Phillipe all around.

Oh well—at least Rachel Weisz won.  


Oh and Terrence Howard played a player in Hustle & Flow? Actually, I think the word you are looking for here is PIMP. And he did a damn fine job of it too.
Egads—as much as I want to go ahead and watch the rest of the season of 24 right now, I can’t take anymore!  I’m worn out from the intensity of it.  At least I’ve got a week to recuperate now.  

Again, is it too early to start campaigning for Jean Smart for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama?

It really scares me that it’s possible to have a president as incompetent and pathetic as President Logan.  (Please no political comments.)

Umm, it’s been four hours—how’s Tony doing?  Did we forget about him?

I don’t know what I think about Samwise Gamgee.  I might trust him to save Middle Earth, but not Los Angeles.   One thing’s for sure, I think I’d be tempted to quit if I were working for him.  

And would it be wrong to turn this blog into founding chapter of the I Heart Chloe O’Brian Society?

posted by cinegod @ 12:58 AM