The 72nd Golden Globe Awards are about
rewarding creativity, recognising talent – no, stuff that – it’s all about THE DRESSES.
And what a stinging eyeful they were, providing plenty enough comedy to keep me awake watching them sashay down the red carpet until 2am on E!
It’s time to retire Guiliana Ranic as host – the woman is so ill-thin that she looks likes she been dug up and a designer dress hung on her skeleton.
Melissa McCarthy decided to ditch the designers and make herself a lunatic dress from some bunting she had in the garage. It turned out to be half sexy secretary and half christmas tree and probably the funniest thing she’ll be in this year.
JLo had chest and crotch cleavage and I suspect she has started using the same perfume as Madonna, ‘Eau de Desperate’.
Amal Clooney’s long satin gloves bagged, Nora Batty style, down her twig like arms. But that’s a good problem to have when Georgeous is at her side ever-ready to yank them back up for her. He was very clingy-ony with her. Is he scared she’s going to escape?
But the most bonkers dress of the decade – at any awards do anywhere – was Keira Knightley’s choice; an insect print frock with a ruffle doily top and a ruched bottom. Picture a choirboy crossed with an edam carrying little dutch girl being attacked by butterflies. I know she’s pregnant but it’s early days to be so hormone crazy…..
Away from the dresses for a moment, I am in a huff that the brilliant Olive Kittredge got nowt, and that The Good Wife wasn’t deemed good enough to get a win.
And why isn’t the entire event on telly over here? Gutted.com