The Golden Globe Y2014 Horror- Show

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'Who are those two harpies, standing there like a Kiss of Death'

Will someone please be so kind and tell the unlovely Julianne H. that her smirk resembles a Kiss of Death: it frightens little children. I was not surprised that there was a leak from the Underground on the Red Carpet. Of course, Julianne  had been a member of the non- human species' coven of Joan R. from the Fashion Show, no wonder here. On the other hand, the dust from the Golden Globe  was so musty that you could smell  it through TV and vomit. Right out there on the dusty scene the two demonic harpies, Tina F. and Amy P., frozen, old and ugly were cracking boring jokes until the  fog  of doom got so thick that  there was nothing more to say. Rumor says it, they will be permanent now; the death of the cinema becomes them. Even little children  did not save the day. Men were  old, ugly and drunk. Women were old, ugly, botoxed and desperately bitchy. Amy A. looked in her dress like a a piece of meat in the butchery and Emma W. with her black revealing  out of red reminded of some scenes  from The Devil's Advocate. Sandra B. looked much better in the space costume and as for Jennifer L- she  looked like learning the wrong lessons from Taylor S.

The morose culmination was the Cecil De Mille  award to Woody Allen, the flop - blob, the man who personifies the march of mediocrity, the ultimate horror of the cinema.  Poor Diane K. did not know what to say. THERE WAS NOTHING TO SAY!

Johnny Depp  perfectly emphasized the  mood when he  stumbled out and muttered;

-Wow, a lot of people..

There should not be any people, that's true. When the country is in deep sh*t of dishonor and castration, art flies away like Ender Wiggins in the movie Ender's Game, the one good movie in Y2013, obviously not even mentioned at the ceremony. Art flies away.

I am sure the after-parties were   smashing.