Hey Hollywood Foreign Press, any chance of getting Ricky Gervais back to host the Golden Globes next year?
Gervais brought a special contempt to his hosting duties that really suits this particular awards show.
Yeah, yeah, we know — it's going to be Tina Fey and Amy Poehler for the next two years, but still — one can hope.
Please don't regard this as boys vs. girls, but much as we all love Tina and Amy, except for those of us who don't, they just can't match Ricky’s bold cruelty in the comedy department.
The women's jokes lack sting.
Yes, they got in a couple of good ones last year — that James Cameron spanking springs to mind — but there's cute 'n' cozy element to it that probably stems from the Saturday Night Live association. It's just something sophomoric. Certainly, you could infer that the presence of Fey and Poehler opened the door to such yawn-worthy sketches at last year's event as that Will Ferrell/Kristen Wiig making-it-up-as-they-go-along bit. That was sooo not funny, and sooo too long. It’s just the sort of thing Gervais would have skewered had he been there. We were with Tommy Lee Jones on that one. Boo.
Why, by the way, do we get both female comics? Like women who can't go to the bathroom alone in a restaurant, Fey and Poehler keep turning up as a team, hosting anything that moves. They're like the Disney hosting princesses.
Or Hollywood Hosting Barbie.™
Yes, they're funny. And yes, it's enough, already. Familiarity breeds contempt. To coin a phrase. (And before you get your gender girdle in a knot, we'd trade them both for one Chelsea Handler as host.)
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Many people prefer the sharp, cold edge of a Ricky Gervais evening, starting with the cruel jokes at the expense of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, that obscure gathering of sycophants behind the Golden Globes and a group richly deserving of advanced mockery.
Gervais does not flinch at stooping to the obvious, as he's proved in the past by jibes at Charlie Sheen and Kim Kardashian. He likes to kick people whether they're up or down. It doesn't matter to him. This comic is happy to bite the hand that feeds him, trashing anyone and everyone in Hollywood, mocking their movies and laughing at their plastic surgery. We love Gervais because he genuinely appears not to give a bleep what anyone thinks. He is the enemy of pretension.
Fey and Poehler, alas, appear a tiny bit anxious to please. Remember the bit last year about Steven Spielberg, E.T. and Daniel Day Lewis? Oh, my squealing schoolgirls!!! So lame.
In the past, Gervais has boldly taken swings at Scientology, NBC, Mel Gibson's capacity for alcohol and at Paul McCartney's thrifty nature. He even called Bruce Willis Ashton Kutcher’s dad. So it seems safe to say that this is a man for whom there are no sacred cows. And that's just as it should be at any awards' show, but particularly at the Golden Globes, an event organized by elderly autograph hounds.
Gervais is our kind of Hollywood host. No doubt this is heresy of the tallest order, but we don't care.
Give us back Ricky Gervais!
One can only hope he'll spend the next two years sharpening his cruel wit in preparation for a return engagement.