So the 2014 Golden Globes have come and gone...and I didn't watch them. The reason? I just couldn't bring myself to waste several hours watching an awards ceremony when I could be finishing up Season 4 of my current obsession, Doctor Who. To be honest, my feelings towards awards ceremonies has been soured ever since Ellen Burstyn was shamelessly robbed of a Best Actress Oscar for her work in 2000's Requiem For A Dream by Julia Roberts and some creative use of duct tape.
A day later, I have perused the list of winners and my overall reaction is a big stretch and a yawn. If anything it seems like the list of winners you might get if you just asked someone who hadn't seen most of the films nominated to choose what's received the most buzz. American Hustle (Best Motion Picture/Comedy or Musical, Best Actress, Best Supporting Actress) is good but it's drastically overrated in my opinion, as are the performances within. It was fitting that the Globes were hosted by Amy Poehler and Tina Fey because I always felt like an SNL skit could break out any minute while watching David O. Russell's film. Dallas Buyers Club (Best Actor/Drama, Best Supporting Actor) is another film that I enjoyed, has some impressive performances, but quite frankly seems like too safe of a pick to me. There's some real gems nominated in those various categories that shouldn't have been passed over. I'll save the details for our Best Of 2013 podcasts that will be posted within the next week.
I will say, however, that 12 Years a Slave is very deserving of its "Best Motion Picture, Drama" award and I wouldn't mind one bit if that's where the Oscar goes. In the end these things don't matter much anyway. It's nice when a film or a director or an actor you champion is recognized but even if they aren't you will always have the feelings you explored while watching them on the screen. That, to me, is what really counts because movies are a very personal experience and that's a big reason why I love them.