The Golden Globes have continued to gain more recognition as an awards ceremony that isn’t merely a bastard precursor to the Academy Awards. As its reputation garners more cachet, so too, do the implications of what the winners of each award mean in the context of the current pop culture zeitgeist. The results of last night’s ceremony served to both confirm and negate the notion that audiences are stuck in a time warp with regard to their expectations of film and television narratives. Below is a breakdown of what the winners of each (important) category means for the future of entertainment.
Best Motion Picture, Drama: Boyhood
Audiences are not quite ready to progress fully to what it means to be “avant-garde.” Thus, they’ve latched onto Richard Linklater’s made in real time narrative about the whitest kid you know.
Best Motion Picture, Musical or Comedy: The Grand Budapest Hotel
Another indication that film viewers want to take their time veering away from the mainstream, as Wes Anderson is the most mainstream you can get on an “indie” level.
Best TV Series, Drama: The Affair
People are struggling with the established ideal of monogamy, and want to live vicariously through other characters who can actually get laid outside of their marriage.
Best TV Series, Comedy: Transparent
The clearest indication that there has been an utter lack in capturing the trans demographic adequately. Also, it means that people have finally started coming to their senses about what a shitty show Girls is.
Best Actor in Drama Motion Picture: Eddie Redmayne
People still can’t not vote for the character with the disability. Cumberbatch would have been a close runner-up with his homosexuality.
Best Actor in a Comedy or Musical: Michael Keaton, Birdman
A love of all things meta has been a common trend in feature film and TV narratives over the last decade. And so, paying homage to Keaton by throwing him a bone for playing a washed up actor as a washed up actor seems only logical.
Best Actress in a Motion Picture Drama: Julianne Moore, Still Alice
Because giving it to Rosamund Pike or Reese Witherspoon would have been too obvious–and nobody likes an obvious choice. Plus, Julianne Moore is playing someone with Alzheimer’s, so, you know, it’s like Eddie Redmayne winning.
Best Actor in a TV Series, Drama: Kevin Spacey, House of Cards
In these corrupt political times, it’s nice to know that Kevin Spacey’s portrayal as the Commander-in-Chief doesn’t stray far from reality–even if it is hyperrealism. And this is the one thing American audiences have always loved since Watergate: a morally flawed leader.Though it’s somewhat disappointing that Clive Owen didn’t win for his looks.
Best Actress in a TV Series, Drama: Ruth Wilson, The Affair
Because it would have been too real for Viola Davis to win for How to Get Away With Murder, yet audiences were still lusting after some fresh blood for this category.
Best Actor in a TV Series, Comedy or Musical: Jeffrey Tambor, Transparent
You don’t wear wigs and dresses and sing a macabre version of “Somebody That I Used to Know” without getting some kind of recognition.
Best Actress in a Motion Picture, Comedy or Musical: Amy Adams, Big Eyes
The only thing audiences love more than addressing gender rights is feminism. And Big Eyes has it in spades. Moreover, Tim Burton is suffering from breakup, so Big Eyes needed a nod.
Best Supporting Actor in a Motion Picture: J.K. Simmons, Whiplash
Being a prick with deep emotional complexity is the only other shoo-in for winning an award. And J.K. Simmons as a tyrannical jazz band conductor with issues put other contenders in the category to shame–even Edward Norton. Furthermore, an audience always loves to see a “villain” defeated by the protagonist, especially in times when such a feat isn’t the norm.
Best Supporting Actress in a Motion Picture: Patricia Arquette, Boyhood
Aging onscreen as a woman shows the sort of comfortableness with oneself that those living in the 2010s can really admire. Because everyone’s over spending money on plastic surgery at this point.
Best Actress in a TV Series, Comedy or Musical: Gina Rodriguez, Jane the Virgin
America remains constant in one cultural facet: not knowing how to handle sex. And yet again, the snubbing of Girls lends hope to the notion that maybe America hasn’t gone totally mongo.
Best Director, Motion Picture: Richard Linklater, Boyhood
Everyone loves to applaud an auteur, even though Wes Anderson was the more deserving one in this scenario. Or even David Fincher.
Best Screenplay, Motion Picture: Alejandro González Iñárritu, Birdman
This is consistently the most reassuring category contained within the Golden Globes nominations, as the Hollywood Foreign Press always seems to show infinite regard for the fact that the script is the most important part of the movie. Nothing can mask a bad script. Birdman is a reflection of an evermore celebrity-obsessed mass willing to swallow up any story that’s peddled to them regardless of substance. It is also the final word in addressing the age-old question of how it can ever be possible to marry art and commercialism–a salient query in a time where entrepreneurship seems the sole way to find contentment.
So there you have it, a glimpse into the mindset of the average media-obsessed American. Some other shit won too, like Fargo and Downton Abbey, but those types of categories apply only to a more Midwestern ilk, meaning that they’ll eat up what’s shoveled to them, making it difficult to gauge their “interests” as any sort of true reflection of the pop culture climate at this juncture.