The Golden Globes are decided by a vote amongst the Hollywood Foreign Press Association (HFPA), that is, by a bunch of journalists so you can be very sure what kind of judgement they will apply. And true to form, their best picture went to The Descendants, as cliched a film of leftist pieties as you are ever likely to see. I will get back to Meryl Streep in a minute, but first to this award winning piece of schlock.
Since some of you may see the film, either stop reading now, or be content with my trying not to go beyond what you anyway find out from watching the trailer.
What is interesting, you see, is that the film is about aboriginal land rights and Clooney, along with Beau Bridges, are cousins and descendants from the native royalty of Hawaii. It is a film, therefore, that Andrew Bolt may not wish to comment on. And the plot builds around determining which consortium should an absolutely stunning piece of land that he and his family communally own be sold to for development, ie should it be sold to some foreign developer or to someone native to Hawaii. Meanwhile, the major plot tension of the film revolves around Clooney’s discovery that his wife had been having an affair before the boating accident that starts the film on its way. He has been an absentee husband and father, so part of the film is about Clooney trying to get closer to his daughters as he repents his distant past.
Need I point out that every dilemma raised in the film is resolved in exactly the way to satisy every lefty taste found amongst your typical foreign news journalist. That they are not ashamed to choose such an empty piece of rubbish as their chosen film of the year says unfortunately a very great deal about the politicisation of everything and especially the kinds of fantasy outcome these people find in perfect accord with their fundamental beliefs.
In this regard, I might draw your attention to this from the HFPA website:
As representatives of the world press, the group’s members felt it was incumbent upon them to give their audience their judgments as to Hollywood’s finest productions. The organization’s first awards presentation for distinguished achievements in the film industry took place in early 1944 with an informal ceremony at 20th Century Fox. There, Jennifer Jones was awarded Best Actress honors for “The Song of Bernadette,” which also won for Best Film.
In case you don’t know, The Song of Bernadette is a serious movie about a nun. Fat chance a film like that winning the Golden Globe today. Fat chance that such a film would even be produced.
Anyway, let me get on to Merryl Streep, best actress for her role in The Iron Lady.This is the speech she gave to those unbiased and straightshooting journalists through whom our news is filtered.
Earning her eighth Golden Globe, the 62-year-old said: ‘I gotta thank everybody in England that let me come and trample over their history.’
And talking about her role at a press conference afterwards, Meryl admitted she did not have a positive view of Lady Thatcher.
‘I think coming into this I had a very reductive view of Margaret Thatcher, so I sort of did what we all do to political figures we don’t agree with — we turn them into something more than human and less than human at the same time.
Having mentioned in my review that Margaret Thatcher may have been the most consequential woman of the twentieth century, the fact is that thinking about it since, I cannot think of anyone else who was even close. That these people, these journalists, feel perfectly content in desectrating the memory of this woman makes you realise that the movies for all their pretentions are now no better than Mills and Boon and journalists may be the last people in the world you should go to for their political views.