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Saturday, January 14, 2012

Can't Get Enough Of... American Horror Story ladies.

Lets just get it out of the way: Jessica Lange is a GODDESS. If you didn't already know that, then poo on you. Ohmygosh, I love that woman. Grey Gardens...Tootsie...Cape Fear...Big Fish...I could go on and on (but I won't mention Godzilla...oops). She is just amazingly divine, and I adore her. She should win a Golden Globe for her monologue in the penultimate scene of the AHS season finale. It sent shivers down my spine.

And, I know it's my fault for missing Friday Night Lights, but I cannot get over how amazing Connie Britton is. I was watching some Spin City on DVD the other night, and not only is she comedically talented, but she's a dramatic force to be reckoned with! I cannot get over her transition from sitcom supporting star to leading woman in the freakiest, orignalist TV show in my working memory.

Oh, and did I mention that they are both super hot and gorgeous!?! To look like Lange at 63 and Britton at 45...I think I would maybe sell my soul. Well, maybe not that, but I still want tips from them. They are beautiful, talented, and they blow all other actors out of the water on AHS. Bravo to FX for giving these actresses a vehicle that supremely and superbly displays their acting prowess.

Gotta Love Them Globes

What is it about the Golden Globes??? I love them so much more than the Oscars, and I'm a huge Oscars fan. Maybe it's the fact that they have the balls...or, globes I honor the people in television that should be honored. I still remember when Claire Danes took away the Best Actress in a Television Series Globe for the already cancelled My So-Called Life. She played angsty teen to perfection, and the Hollywood Foreign Press recognized that.

Or maybe it's the fact that they're not afraid to have a host that's witty, snide, and...English. Oh, Ricky Gervais, how I love you so. If you don't grill it to 'em tomorrow, I'll lose all respect I have for you. I'm thinking particularly of my good friend, Tom Cruise, whom I still adore, but I mean c'mon: He's just rife with Gervais possibilities, and with all the positive press Ghost Protocol's been getting, our dear Ricky would be remiss to let this chance of grillin' Tommy pass him by.

It could be the fact that they don't waste time with musical performances. Don't get me wrong: I love me some music, but come ON. Those add 20 minutes to an already too long Oscars telecast, and they provide too much diva drama to stand. (With the exception of the beautiful and simplistic performance from Once a few years ago. *sigh*)

What I love best, though, is celebrating the best of both television and cinema all in one night. The Emmys are low brow compared to this glitz filled night of Hollywood fun. One note to the Foreign Press, though: If my grand dame, Jessica Lange, doesn't walk out of that building with a gold statue, I'm comin' at cha...and I just might take away this ringing endorsement that so many people are bound to listen to.