It is the next day. I write this not 24 hours after Hollywood received a well-deserved punch in the gut. A jab meant to remind those who think too highly of themselves, that they are still men. And like all men, bleed. It is the day after Ricky Gervais put celebrities in their place.
Bravo.
Many are ranting that he went to far in his job as MC of the Golden Globes. That he was mean-spirited and showed poor taste. I, for one, applaud him. Standing on that stage, in front of some of the most rich, powerful, and beautiful people on Earth, Ricky spoke for the common man. The person who doesn't have the luxury of a publicist or a stylist. For one night, Ricky nocked them down a peg, and made us feel a little better. He gave us a look behind the curtain, at the farce that Hollywood truly is. Sure, Tim Allen is great as Buzz Lightyear, but if you put a few tables away from Dinero, your asking for it.
Some squirmed, some cried foul, most laughed (especially those who Ricky didn't have in his cross-hairs). Do celebrities not realize that they have brought this on themselves? They seek our admiration and attention when they are at their peak, but run from the spotlight when they stumble. You take the good with the bad, it's a package deal.
Ricky Gervais will most likely never host a show like this again, the FPA has already said as much. That's too bad. The show was funny, wince-inducing and downright scary. In other words, good TV.
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