I have to admit that the Golden Globes did exceed my expectations this year. Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Felicity Huffman taking home the acting awards really impressed me. At least they went indie and acknowledged this year’s truly great performers instead of settling for renowned pretty faces. With Brokeback Mountain taking home the trophy for Best Drama, on top of Huffman and Hoffman as gay-oriented characters this year’s ceremony has been a gay ole time.

I still have to rip on the ceremony for its shameful tastelessness. Two years ago, I remember the show was opened with the song “Hey Yah” from OutKast, with re-written lyrics pertaining to celebrities. Well….two years later it seems the writers have failed to recognize their horrid ideas. This year the same concept was applied to “Don’t You Wish Your Girlfriend Were a Freak Like Me” (this may not be the actual title, but since it doesn’t count as real music, I am not going to stress over it). Somewhere in there, they inserted a line of lyrics referencing Gwyneth’s second pregnancy. Where are the Independent Spirit Awards when you need them?

Anyway, all and all this was a decent ceremony. Despite the awful warm-up, and the desperate nominations (The Producers for Best Picture?), this was not a bad show. If the Globes actually managed to impress, then maybe the Oscars will actually have something nice to offer. I will be there in my tux hanging out with Nicholson in the front row where that sly bastard always sits. See you there!