Finished watching my new annual tradition of The Golden Globes, a show that pokes fun at Hollywood while simultaneously praising some of the best in the biz. I watched it with a heavy heart as my beloved Giants were being slaughtered by the Packers and Odell’s too-cold-to-catch hands. What I enjoy most about the show is that it does take the time to recognize some of our most important actors. Viola Davis got the nod for her work in Fences. Having seen clips alone I know she absolutely killed it. It is on my short list of films to watch. Also on that list is Elle, which took home a couple of awards and Manchester by the Sea. Nocturnal Animals was all but snubbed and that gave me confidence in the industry. The film was junk based on a junk novel that Ford morphed into what is trying to be an art piece but winds up being something, in my opinion, you really have to reach to find legitimate depth in. Now Vulture Mag took a healthy swipe at finding meaning there, but beware of spoilers. Seriously, they explain the ending. Well, I don’t expect any reasonable person to watch the flick, so go ahead and read. Go on. I’ll wait.
There.
Now you see: Junk.
On a lighter note, Deadpool earned Globe nominations. I’m glad it did and equally glad it did not win. The flick was great and funny and this 11 year journey for our dear Wade Wilson is deserving of a sequel, but not an award. Not yet. Blow me away with part II.
That’s enough from me for now. I’m going to retire my opinions for the moment and go back to writing the stuff that makes me feel good about being a writer.