Golden Globe weekend in Hollywood commences the awards season, so the stars, dresses, publicists and paparazzi come out Friday night and stay out until Sunday afternoon, by which time the nominees and presenters are either sitting in their chairs or slipping out the back to the comfort of their bedrooms where the rest of us are.
This is an age-old tradition, and over the past 20 years, the Creative Artists Agency has ruled Friday night with its party at the Buffalo Club. In the past few years, hosting duties have been passed down from CAA’s second generation leaders Kevin Huvane and Bryan Lourd to third generation party host Josh Lieberman, who I hear has tried to keep the list exclusive. I don’t know what exclusive means in Hollywood, but judging by the amazing press of human flesh at Friday’s party, I’m guessing that it means the exclusion of: a) agents from other agencies b) clients of other agencies, unless they’re nominated movie stars c) TV people d) football players preparing for this weekend’s games e) relief workers in Haiti. We were drinking different kinds of Don Julio tequila, the very fancy brand that had sponsored the party, and which, as the bartender explained as he poured, was supposed to taste like bourbon—which may or may not have accounted for the very happy mood among the hustling young crowd.
As a small, aging person, circumnavigating this crush takes a skill I don’t possess: it calls for subtle martial arts moves involving the legs and shoulders that I’ve seen successfully performed by Koreans and Israelis at airport baggage claims, and by Hollywood agents in lines anywhere. Young blondes on the make are also quite good at it, as I learned on Friday.
Dotted within the clusterf*** were production chiefs, producers, and some stars—as in Jen Aniston, Kate H (working Harvey W), all of whom came early and left early, and Jake Gyllenhaal, who was planted all evening with his manager. Managers—the new agents (a rich topic which I plan to explore in a future piece)—clogged the party, the agents working them to keep tight hold on their clients, as these days the managers have a habit of moving the stars from agency to agency, adding to the tension which permeates all the gladness.
The Globes are historically interesting for two principle reasons: 1) their predictive/momentum-giving power, and 2) the equal time they give to TV, even though the televisionpeople famously have to sit upstairs in the Beverly Hilton’s literal second tier, and there’s barely enough airtime for them to even make jokes about it anymore.
Increasingly, the TV and movie industries are blurring together. Their executives are commutative: the head of Disney Channel just took over Walt Disney studios, where many studio heads have been grown; Grey Gardens, which won best TV movie, stars movie veterans Jessica Lange and Drew Barrymore; Laura Linney is starring in a new cable TV series – a venue where women movie stars over 40 now go to thrive; moviepeople are making TV; and TV stars, like Blake Lively of CW’s Gossip Girl, are making movies. Lively, in fact, is the movie business’s newest “it” girl, and a client of CAA party host Josh Lieberman. In some weird way, the Globes anticipated this mish-mash.