By Holly Medalion
So the limos are parked, the gowns and tuxedos have been hung in the closet, or given back, and the bling has been taken back by the designers; the Golden Globes are officially over.
As I sat there that night and watched the who’s who in Hollywood and television, I couldn’t help but think of all the cynicism and backstabbing and day to day antics that go on in this pretty world of make believe.
But there they were the A-list actors and directors, the almost famous and not so famous. Movie stars, television stars, rap stars, all laughing, giving praise, and all having those good vibrations. And why not? It’s a night out. Even for those who go out every night in Hollywood.
This was a special night. Yet somehow I wasn’t feeling the vibe.
I have seen De Caprio up close (nice kid) and Beyonce, Kate Winslet, Brad and Angelina, Steve Carell, Mark Whalberg and the rest.
All very nice people –with huge careers and staying power.
But for me, the good vibrations didn’t start until they called Mickey Rourke’s name and gave him a Golden Globe for Best Male Actor.
That’s when I raised my glass and said to myself between gulps of champagne, “kick their asses Mickey; they all but wrote you off.”
I guess that’s how the Hollywood crowd felt when Sinatra came bouncing back the night he won an Oscar for “From Here to Eternity” way back in the 1950s.
He was done, gone, fine’ but Frank knew better. And so did Mickey Rourke.
Even if you don’t like Mickey, you have to give him kudos for sheer guts.
I think it was James Woods who said “Don’t get all blown away about this Hollywood stuff because when you fall out of favor in this town, usually in about seven years they re-discover you again.”
Yes, we have discovered Mickey Rourke again.
And how fitting in a movie called the “Wrestler” a movie about a has-been fighting to survive.
Maybe I like Mickey Rourke because he reminds me of the rough and tumble guys I grew up around in my home town of Philly.
Guys who didn’t care all that much about being politically correct, or being the best dresser, they were just living life one day at a time.
They were clumsy with their words, and sentiments, kind when they had to be, and tough SOB’s when they needed to be. They were for real and so is Mickey Rourke.
Watching him up on that stage gave me goose bumps.
Because I remembered what a great actor he really is.
And Hollywood forgot that.
Here was a real life Rocky story unfolding before our eyes.
I cover this stuff for a living, and sometimes you just get tired of all the schmaltz.
The kissie, kissie from Kate Winslett, “I love you Leonardo”
Mickey Rourke was the 800 pound Gorilla in the room that night.
And I am sorry Kate, but there was no way to avoid him.
He was on Revolutionary Road (Kate and Leonardo’s new movie)
Good for you Mick! Glad you scored one for the regular guy.
Now Mickey- on to the Oscars.
If you haven’t seen the Wrestler, go see it, and find out what all the fuss is about.
And that’s what’s happening in Hollyworld