I may work in book publicity, but good film and television are two things about which I’m equally passionate. In line with that interest, I live for Awards Season. I was supposed to go to a movie with my mom last night, but instead stayed in to catch the Golden Globes on NBC as opposed to later via DVR.
Before the show started, I kicked myself for not yet having seen Hugo, The Descendents, or The Artist, and as a result, I feel limited on my ability to fully comment on the worthiness of each award. I can, however, share my happiness in the winners whom I did feel deserved every ounce of their solid Golden Globe wins.
Best Actress, Drama: Meryl Streep, “The Iron Lady.”
Best Director: Martin Scorsese, “Hugo.”
Best Supporting Actress: Octavia Spencer, “The Help.”
Don’t be surprised that Woody Allen’s win for Midnight in Paris didn’t make my cut. I wasn’t a huge fan, because it felt like a complete and total departure — in the wrong direction — from his other work. That’s not say that it was bad, but I suppose I was so seriously unprepared for the course the film took, that I felt disappointed.
As for the others, I feel that Meryl totally owned her performance of Margaret Thatcher, as I think I made clear from my review of the film. While I didn’t see Hugo, I’m a huge Scorsese fan and have hard only amazing things about his take on Brian Selznick‘s book. Octavia Spencer was outstanding in The Help. She brought the character from the novel to life, and was sassy, sensational, and soulful. Lastly, but certainly not least excellent, was Kate Winslet’s command of her role in Mildred Pierce. Her range grows more and more evident with each piece she appears in, and her role in Mildred Pierce was not necessarily flattering, but she did not let it hold her back. She embraced the role, as she seems to embrace everything that comes her way.
I look forward to giving the other films a gander, most notably The Artist and Hugo. Next stop: The BAFTAs.
I’m a huge fan of Meryl Streep. She possesses a rare gift that allows her to truly transform — role to role — and make even the most unbelievable concept believable. At 62, she has the ability to play people several years her junior, and with plenty of makeup, she flawlessly took on the role of the former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, many years her senior.
Note: I watched the Thatcher biopic while sporting my Thatcher frames by Warby Parker.
While the film has not been entirely embraced by the Brits who grew up in her era of political reign, Streep gave a fantastic performance, highlighting something that is impossible to ignore: the strength behind Thatcher’s leadership, a woman in a man’s world. While I consider myself politically liberal, and so not at all on-par with many of Thatcher’s views, I was moved by the film’s ability to find aspects of her life to highlight for entertainment and intrigue.
I could not disagree more with Ebert’s assessment. I think the neutrality on part of the filmmakers did the film the most justice possible – they didn’t shy away from the distaste that many had for her, and still have, but they also highlighted a more likeable Thatcher.