“NBC, you’re in the toilet right now,” says Julia Roberts, hanging with Richard Lovett and Tom Hanks on the drenched red carpet, which literally is soaked. I stood in a puddle picking up my press credential. This is my first time covering the Golden Globes backstage. And I’ve been inside the Globes dinner party just once–it’s a coveted ticket and I hope to get back in there, it’s a blast.
I often miss the Globes when they happen at the same time as Sundance. I’m an old hand at the Oscars, both red carpet and press room. They have a big room with tables and plugs and earphones so you can either listen to the stream of winners coming through or the show itself. You can tune out when you’re writing, or tune in when there’s a quote to be grabbed.
Here, they split it up into the “interview” room, where rows of writers with laptops precariously perched on their laps ask the winners questions–no cameras allowed, so I can’t flipcam or photograph them, and there’s no place to recharge your computer or watch the show. One woman (the official transcript stenographer) had a little portable tablestand and power source with her.
So I moved to the “deadline” room where A.P., Reuters, Variety, USA Today and The Hollywood Reporter, among others, are set up. I’m sitting next to the LA Daily News. We have tables and outlets and wi-fi and a feed to both the show–Ricky Gervais is killing in here, at least, he’s now cracking NBC jokes–and the interview room.