Live-blogging the Golden Globes?! Stay tuned, gentleladies and gentlemen.

Giuliana Rancic can’t stop fan-girling over the prospect of Amal Alamuddin on tonight’s red carpet. Are you kidding me? This woman (human rights lawyer, bee-tee-dubs) has more going for her than a thumbs-up from your network or a stint as arm candy during a superficial industry’s masturbatory main event. Then again, maybe not. She did marry George Clooney. (Yes I realize that’s the POINT of a red carpet pre-show. I get it. I just can’t justify Giuliana’s celebrity. I can’t.) … in case it wasn’t obvious, I just remembered the Golden Globes were tonight. But! I remembered in time to catch. . . keep going

Blame depression, not Robin Williams: Why suicide isn’t selfish

The sudden absence of Robin Williams from this planet has shaken several generations in a surprisingly severe way. No one’s holding back this time, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it; we’re all suffering, and we’re all reliving the childhood memories that wouldn’t exist at all if it weren’t for him. With some exceptions: those who think he deserves no sympathy because he chose the “selfish” and easy way out. Robin was never that insensitive about suicide. In fact, the movie that caused him the most pain during filming, What Dreams May Come, shed a beautiful light. . . keep going

Is Angelina Jolie trying to represent refugees through the plot of Maleficent?

That clever vixen. I have a sneaking suspicion that Angelina Jolie slipped something serious into her delicious new role as the most unapologetically evil Disney villain of all time.  I’d be excited even if she didn’t, of course. I haven’t seen her on a big screen in almost four years.  Even when she was working regularly, her face was a rare theatrical treat, so I’m already looking forward to this summer.  See for yourself: Now, not just any old movie can get me into a theater seat — the last actual movies (vs. one-off Rifftrax or Doctor Who specials) I saw in. . . keep going