Here’s the 2016 Golden Globes monologue by Ricky Gervais…cracking jokes about Caitlyn Jenner, old man balls, cross dressers, celebrity egos, aged women, Catholic priest molestation, the Holocaust, Ben Affleck’s infidelity, Charlie Sheen’s hookers, awards prepaid by studios, and other uncomfortable subjects.
As he was introducing actor Mel Gibson, Gervais annihilated Gibson for his anti-Semitic rant, arrest, and addiction problems. Gibson then walks onstage, gives Gervais a giant hug and tells the crowd that he loves seeing Ricky every three years (as host) because it “reminds me to get a colonoscopy.”
Comedy is exaggeration. This is the very basis of show business, but in today’s WOKE world of sensitivity, comedy died. Had that Gervais & Gibson exchange occurred today, the media meltdown about sensitivity to others’ problems would dominate the news, particularly if the verbal combatants were not white males.
The 2019 Golden Globes hosts Andy Samberg and Sandra Oh were such boring wallflowers that they tried to parody the WOKE culture by saying complimentary things about the celebs in attendance but pretending it as though they were being mean.
Watch from the beginning. The #1 rule of comedy is to give the crowd three killer jokes to get started. These are their best lines?
They both stared at the teleprompter like deer in headlights, unable to even pretend they were delivering attempted humor.
It was horrible television, devoid of entertainment value. No one can take a joke today. Everyone is beyond parody. Public (and sometimes private) humor is on its death bed.
Hey, how about take some footage from prior years’ Golden Globe shows and mock Harvey Weinstein. Wait, that would require creative thinking. None of that here.
A society of thin-skinned puss-capalien celbrities pretends to be sensitive to life and the planet, preaches to the unwashed public in flyover country to improve their behavior, yet all these celebrities fly away on their private jets. Upon arrival they are chaperoned in their fleet of SUVs and taken behind the gates of their gilded mansions.
Because they’re down with the struggle, y’all.
They look down their altered noses at real working Americans by ranting about politics and shaming people for having their own views of how life should look.
But when they have a movie ticket, new book, fresh music, or some other form of art for sale, suddenly they love you and your discretionary income.