Thanks to its new host’s precision-tooled swipes at Hollywood elites (but not Blake Lively), the cringey gong show finally has its bite back, Ed Power writes in his four-star review of the award show.
The Golden Globes occupies a strange place in Hollywood in so far as people only notice it when something goes wrong. Nobody gave a hoot that it was dropped from the TV schedules and boycotted by the movie industry in 2022 amid complaints about its organiser, the Hollywood Foreign Press Association. But there was great excitement last year as one-and-done host Jo Koy delivered a disastrous opening monologue, during which Taylor Swift was seen icily chugging her champagne glass. The louder it crashes and burns, the more we care.
After that Koy calamity, the organisers pressed the panic button by hiring as MC Nikki Glaser, a relatively obscure comedian and former contestant on America’s version of Strictly Come Dancing best known for her acid-tongued appearances on the celebrity “roasts” that are so beloved in the US.
But unlike the flailing Koy, she seemed to actually want the job. Having reportedly spent her entire Christmas road testing her jokes on live audiences, her monologue was a blast – a salty and irreverent onslaught that was a great fun even if it never reached the scorched-earth heights achieved by Ricky Gervais during his five stints at the podium.
You could tell Glaser had prepared because her zingers were precision-tooled to shock without ever threatening to bite the hand that feeds.