So “Carol” got shut out of the Golden Globes yesterday, losing in all five categories for which it was nominated. It lost Best Picture to Leo and The Bear. It lost Best Director to the guy who directed Leo and The Bear. It lost best actress to Brie Larson, who I am happy for – but still. It lost Best Score to Quentin Tarantino’s rambling speech where he used the term “ghetto” to describe movie composing. All in all the night was a big goose egg punctuated by some typically cringey Ricky Gervais moments. (Still, while many of their wins were surprising/puzzling, I’m generally quite pleased when any kind of success befalls Kate Winslet, Maura Tierney, J-Law, Taraji and Lady Gaga because I like them.)
But, back to my seething displeasure about “Carol” and the lack of recognition for its marvelousness last night. Granted, the Golden Globes are chosen by the incredibly sketchy Hollywood Foreign Press Association and fairly laughable when it comes to respectability. (Let’s be honest, everyone watches because they serve the stars free champagne.) But it’s still nice to win, you know.
This is especially true because women and projects centered on women only won in categories where women absolutely had to win i.e. the Best Actress contests. Female artists and projects with female leads did not win in the directing, score, song, motion picture (both drama and comedy/musical) or TV series (both drama and comedy/musical) categories. Against that inauspicious track record “Carol,” a film about two women who fall in love, is even more of an outlier.
Look, I could be all cerebral about this. I could intellectualize and analyze it. But mostly what I want to say is a series of expletives that would be promptly bleeped by network censors. So please allow me to express my feelings on the matter in a series of gifs.
But, don’t worry, there are always the Oscar nominations coming out later this week. It has to do better then, right?
Oh Cate, oh Rooney – you’ll always be winners in my heart. 