I love awards season. I even read a NYTimes blogger about awards season, The Carpetbagger, so I can keep up with all the hub and bub. I am so sad that the Golden Globes became a causality in the writers strike. I missed all the dresses and actors tripping over their words from the teleprompter.

The Golden Globes is the cool sister to the Oscars. At the Globes nominees and guests sit around tables and drink champagne. Getting just tipsy enough to let their guards down. Also, the Globes favor indies and comedies as opposed to the stiff, snooty movies that the Oscars favor.

My first clue that the show was going to be a disappointment was that it was only scheduled for an hour. I tuned in for a few minutes to see the Access Hollywood hosts anti-climatically announcing the winners. Then I watched them show a gritty clip of an actress in her house finding out that she was nominated. It was too Access Hollywood for me. It was cheap and sad. Where are the beautiful gowns? I want to see Cate Blanchett accept her Golden Globe in Valentino or Alexander McQueen.

To add insult to injury ‘Juno’ lost to “Sweeney Todd’ in the Best Musical or Comedy category. Blah! I have not seen ‘Atonement’ the winner for Best Drama yet.

Maybe the strike will be over before the Oscars. In a culture where “the show must go on.” Lets hope that the Oscars will go on!

The strikers were kept busy today. A NY Times article said, ‘In the Westwood district of Los Angeles, meanwhile, members of the Writers Guild of America and their families were invited to spend Sunday at a Union Solidarity Film Festival. The scheduled screenings were to include “Newsies,” “Network,” “Harlan County U.S.A.” and “Norma Rae,” all about labor struggles or the perfidy of corporate types.”

Enough of my whining. Thanks for letting me vent to Blog Land.