Hugh Jackman did the Oscars. NPH did the Tonys and the Emmys. And now Ricky Gervais is set to host the Golden Globes! Holy moly, this could be awesome. Here he is hilariously presenting at this year’s Emmy’s:
The Golden Globes aren’t as uptight or formal (or definite) as other awards shows, which can probably be linked to the fact that the celebrities appear to be drinking the entire time. Funsies!
The Globes haven’t had a host since 1995, but I think Gervais will absolutely kill. Place your bets, PopWatchers: How will Gervais do come Jan. 17?
Good morning, PopWatchers! It’s exceptionally good for me, because anything seems better than having to endure the Golden Globes with a roommate who thinks he’s above all that "trivial stuff." As my lovely friend Jessica said last night, "Why was he watching?" So, for your benefit, here’s a list of people you should never, ever watch an awards show with:
The Golden Globes are nothing if not irreverent: A small group of foreign journalists with occasionally dubious credentials ply Hollywood’s movie and TV stars with food and booze and golden, er, globes. It’s a super silly evening, and I’m gonna treat the goings on in the backstage press room in kind. For starters, I decided to wear green socks with my tux. For seconders, not ashamed to say that, upon spying the two giant tubs of iced beer available to the press, I may have snagged a bottle and threw back a few swigs. To any editors reading this, I was just "researching" what it must be liked for all those soused celebs. So forthwith, my hopefully pithy, slightly tipsy Golden Globe Awards for Backstage at the Golden Globes.
At 8 p.m., Mandi and I gratefully leapt from 
Mandi Bierly and I are just tuning in for the final hour of E’s coverage of the 
We know you’re thrilled. We know you’re honored. What we don’t know is why you feel the need to release a statement that just says that. Here, we recognize those Golden Globe nominees who went the extra mile. Or, in the case of Hugh Laurie, an extra two steps. (See, we’re not asking for much. Just a little personality.)
HBO didn’t have to greenlight a show like In Treatment. The format — a new half-hour episode every weeknight for nine weeks — was unusual. And the subject matter was limited, too, with each script typically confined to the dialogue exchanged in a psychotherapist’s office for the full 30 minutes. But the cable network took a chance on In Treatment, and it paid off with a consistently well-acted show that kept me tuning in loyally all through the first season. Going by the show’s ratings, I’m not sure just how many people were on board with me. But at least HBO can take solace in the fact that their gamble has yielded a very positive critical response, as well as a couple of Emmys, and now, a generous handful of 
