I was twittering like a teletype while watching the pre-shows. I had to have some outlet since everyone else on the TV Guide staff was hired to work the red carpet except for me. (Sigh.)
After two hours of having NO ONE to agree with me how on how good gun metal dresses looked and how improved Jenna Fischer of The Office was, I yelled to Mark, “If I don’t get to watch this with a woman or a gay man I am going to go out of my mind.”
We were invited to watch it with some neighbor friends, but we had to wait while Rex’s car seat was washed and dried. Earlier there had been a rather disgusting accident. I don’t need to draw too clear of a picture.
When Ryan Seacrest tossed to his big forheaded co-host ( Yes, When TV Guide is on commercials, I do flip over to E!, but I always flip back) I ran and separated the car seat from the rest of the wet laundry and popped it into the dryer on high. I had to get out of here.
I enjoyed watching the show when we got to our friend’s house. I liked Ricky Gervais’s put-down humor, and I thought dress-wise most of the gals wore gowns that favored their shape. They might not have been the best clothes, but for the most part none that cut people in the wrong way.
Least favorites. Julia Roberts. Ratty. Make an effort movie star.
Julianna Margulies, Love my “good wife,” but this neckline was distracting
Rita Wilson’s gown, wow, grandma left some drapes lying around? Her husband can print money, let’s pick it up.
Kate Hudson, was she trying to steal something as she teetered on her hooker heels?
Diane Kruger, Here comes Kool Aid!
And sidebar, who is Sally Hawkins? She presented and everyone in the room was saying “who is this?” I just saw her name next to the picture of Ratty Roberts.
There was more good than bad, a few highlights:
Oliva Wilde ( “House”), was crazy about her sparkling gun metal, draped so well.
Marion Cotillard, that saucy French wench brought it. Love the peekaboo lace on the leg. Daring, original, and the color of her dress was amazing with her eyes.
Jeanne Tripplehorn, momma has some junk in trunk and wore a lovely long sleeved black number with bejeweled cuffs that artfully pulls the eye away from any imperfections, and the solid color block is slimming.
And of course they all strutted in the rain, so if their hair survived they had great stylists… and probably enough air spray to finish off the ozone layer.