Golden Globes Party Whirl: Plotting Assaults on “The Punisher,” In the Clinch with Mr. Big
Golden Globes Party Whirl: Plotting Assaults on "The Punisher," In the Clinch with Mr. Big
After my stint in the backstage press room at the Golden Globes, I headed into the night for a round of Beverly Hilton parties. (I scored 8 out of 9 on my Globe predictions.)
First I crossed the forlorn red carpet to the tented Fox party in the parking lot. There Fox co-chairman Tom Rothman was having an intense confab with Searchlight co-president Nancy Utley; they were planning the next phase of their assault on “The Punisher” Harvey Weinstein, who had dominated the Globes with six wins including three for current Oscar front-runner “The Artist.” Even the guys at UK foreign sales company Hanway were impressed with how The Weinstein Co. worked “The Artist” on their side of the pond with the BAFTAs (their nominations come out Monday night).
Searchlight co-president Steve Gilula reminded me that “The Descendants,” which gets a boost from winning two Globes, for best drama and actor George Clooney, has more than $47 million in the box office till and will go wide after the nominations next week. But also plotting their battle against Harvey is Sony Pictures Classics, which looks to dominate the foreign category, per usual, and has high hopes for Woody Allen’s Globe screenplay-winner “Midnight in Paris.” (Original screenplay may be its only Oscar win too.)
My favorite moment at the Fox party was watching “Homeland” star Damian Lewis boogying down with his actress wife Helen McCrory; he was good! While the Fox party was going strong, my pal Dan Lupovitz and I ventured back to the halls of the Hilton to check out the Weinstein celebration at Trader Vic’s, with stars packed into booths. “It’s all good,” Harvey Weinstein said when I told him troops were massing on his borders. Harvey was introducing folks to each other, from Ewan McGregor, Jason Statham and Gerard Butler to Viola Davis and Cameron Diaz. As Leonardo DiCaprio headed out a side door, he whispered the location of the CAA party to Diaz. (Listening to DiCaprio on the red carpet explain what “J. Edgar” was about you could feel eyes glazing over worldwide. It was a hopeless cause.) In the lobby, Warners chief Jeff Robinov was on his way there too, as CBS honcho Leslie Moonves was getting his TWC wristband.
Heavy security was the issue at the HBO poolside party, where Robinov said even he had trouble getting in; so did producer Jerry Weintraub. (You do not mess with Jerry Weintraub.) “Thelma & Louise” star Christopher MacDonald introduced me to “The Good Wife” star and tall drink of water Chris Noth (Mr. Big). The most disastrous thing you can say to talent is “I’m a huge fan”–that’s what every idiot says. “Tell him I can be articulate,” I begged MacDonald. At which point Noth scooped me into his arms for a kiss. It almost happened. But it didn’t.
In a near swoon, I sailed off to meet “Mad Men” star Jared Harris, who confessed to my bud Doug Stewart that he had pitched duelling Warhols to Saturday Night Live, but was rejected. “You can do it when you host the show,” I said. He looked at me, like, “that’s never going to happen.” The other issue at these parties is knowing how to break into a tight circle surrounding people everyone wants to talk to, like Judd Apatow and Adam Shankman. We didn’t.
On our way out we passed Penny Marshall with James Marsden on their way in. But we were flagging and I was sticking to my Globe tradition: dancing with HFPA member Alessandra Venezia to the pulse-pounding disco beat at the dark Warner/Instyle party–where they give out stacks of Godiva chocolates– at evening’s end.
On the shuttle bus I read
@AlbertBrooks‘ tweet: “Just found out on Twitter that I lost. Shit.” And @markharrisnyc wrote: “Oscar-predictive value of Globes: Zero. But the wins for Streep and Scorsese suggest interesting races are ahead.”