Tina / Colin
This year’s Golden Globes had two highlights for me. Tina Fey telling her internet haters to fuck off and Colin Farrell sniffing really bad and saying: “This is from the cold, not that other stuff It used to be.”
I’ll get to Colin. Tina first.
I’m in awe at how effortlessly, subtly but powerfully she digs at society. It’s a talent to take on important, and surely hurtful matters in hands without sounding angry. It’s a level of ego and psyche I strive to achieve.
What surprised me the most about her telling the haters to fuck off (to suck it, to be exact), on national television, with all the celebrities in the room listening to her words with familiarity, was the reaction of the general public afterward:
“I couldn’t believe she reads that shit written about her.”
Reaction to these things is often misplaced; people who haven’t dealt with fame feigning at someone as famous as Tina Fey would read what they say about her, but not dwelling too deeply as to why people say such vile things.
It’s impossible to completely ignore what people say or write about you, and never get affected. On most days you don’t care about it, but sometimes when you’re already agitated, tired, and worn out, it gets to you. Sometimes stuff written about you finds you by accident.
How dare you have an opinion about an “opinion” random people have on you? You should stay silent and just take it; after all, being bullied online is a tiny price for all the fame, success, and recognition. In fact, because you have all that, it’s literally YOUR job to take online hate, Tina.
Preferably in silence.
Therefore, and more - it completed me to see Tina taking her haters public. Tell people. On national television. Let them know what’s happening. Take their hate out of anonymity. Say it on the Globes platform. SAY IT.
Enter Colin Farrell.
Colin is the antithesis of this.
If you read about his life in the press he seems like the messiest of the messiest, yet exudes such ease of living in the midst of all the mess that just has to surround someone that beautiful and talented; he caries his drama with conspicuous ease.
I’m jealous.
Colin won for In Bruges.
I can’t being to describe what that movie meant to me and how did it make me feel. It might be one of the first movies that made me feel emotional at its detailed simplicity. The John Lennon bit and the way it played into the narrative of the plot. The midget detail. The build-up and the connection - idea, brilliant writing.
The best writing is always the most simple one, like the Kerouac that constantly bangs on my head while I’m trying to write something but can’t quite find the words to describe the feeling: “One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
Martin McDonagh found the simplest words, and they stab you in your heart. The banter between characters, playing off of each other, was like watching a symphony.
Colin’s acting, rewarded by tonight’s Golden Globe for best actor. There is so much of him personally in his roles; he’s beautiful but almost unaware of it, he’s nerdy but hot, clear and concise but sometimes stumbly - it’s another symphony to watch.
I met Colin in 2004 when I got a call at about 11 pm to come put together an after-party for an after party of a Saturday Night Live Colin hosted. Yes, he hosted an SNL, they had an SNL after-party, then wanted to have an after-after-party in the club I worked at.
The manager called me late at night: “I’m tired, it’s late and quite frankly I can’t be arsed, can you go down to the club and do an event?”. I can’t, I’m off tonight and I have classes in the AM. “It’s for Colin Farrell, he needs to be greeted by someone, and run points. Go there now, prep the place.”
It’s a very hard job, but someone’s gotta.
He was handsome, funny, he talked so fast I could barely keep up, he was bantering with me all night and told me a young, superfamous actress that also came to the club decided she wants to go to his hotel with him that night and “you need to prevent that from happening Miranda.”
Me?
How?
Make sure she stays away from me.
I and the whole staff ran point all night trying to ensure she wasn’t in his booth, and if she manages to get there, make sure she wasn’t there long.
The whole night seemed scripted, one of the wildest I’ve experienced so far, and he was just one of those types of people with so much drama that somehow follow him or unravel around him, and not necessarily of his doing.
In the club episode made me watch In Bruges in a whole different light, his lines in the movie, the way he delivers them, the ease, or at least that’s how it looks on the outside - with which he does everything, how comfortable he is in his skin, and how he can come up to the Golden Globe stage to accept the Best Actor award while sniffing and add: “This is from the cold, not that other stuff It used to be”, get the applause, and go on his merry way with such ease of existing.
I can not wait to see where he continues to exist and what roles we’ll have the pleasure of seeing from him in the future.
I’m excited.
