Tommy Lee Jones was the only person in the room at the Golden Globe Awards that I could relate to. He looked as though he was wondering, as the only grown-up on the scene, if he should put a stop to the preposterous shenanigans going on around him.

Sadly, he seems to have decided it was not his job.

Weren’t those Globes golden?

As the Hollywood community grows year by year shabbier, more vulgar and less talented, so ceremonies like the Golden Globes grow more inspiring. Who among us could not look at that room full of hacks and think, “If I were at one of those tables, I’d be among the classiest and most attractive people in the room”?

What we’re witnessing is the the democratization of celebrity — the gathering of all in a grand jamboree of mediocrity.

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In L’Atlantide.

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1939.

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. . . that we’ll meet Dorothy Lamour.

Via Decaying Hollywood Mansions.

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