Stick A Cork In It, Julia Roberts!
I need to get something off my chest. I cannot stand Julia Roberts and her appearance at the Golden Globes last night only fed my raging fire of loathing. For some inexplicable reason, the nominee (for “Duplicity,” which no one saw) had the honor of giving away the award for “Best Picture Drama” and, as I should have expected, she used the opportunity to focus on herself. “Finn, Hazel, and Henry go to bed,” she cooed into the camera. Hey, guess what, Jules? That would have been cute if you were at the mic because you won an award, but guess what? You didn’t, so stick to the script. (Did I mention she was wearing a wholly inappropriate short, black dress that seemed better suited for the office?) The moment was reminiscent of the time a few years ago, when Roberts was tasked with giving away the Best Actor trophy at the Academy Awards and, upon seeing who won (Denzel Washington), made sure to crow, “I love my life!” No. One. Cares. Now go make a movie worth seeing, dork. (The only person who was more annoying than Roberts was James Cameron himself, who reminded us, 11 years after that whole “I’m the king of the world!” acceptance speech, that he is a mega douche.)