Showing posts with label Golden Globes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Golden Globes. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

№ 404. "Take your broken heart, make it into art."

Here's a middle of the week advice: for the laborers who are tired, knee-deep in life's muck; for the aging bureaucrats who are swamped with public summonses and scorn; for the toil of vocation in anonymity, without fanfare and without noise:  "Take your broken heart, make it into art."

"Thank you, Hollywood foreign press. Just to pick up on what Hugh Laurie said. You and all of us in this room, really, belong to the most vilified segments in American society right now. Think about it. Hollywood, foreigners, and the press. But who are we? And, you know, what is Hollywood anyway? It's just a bunch of people from other places.

I was born and raised and created in the public schools of New Jersey. Viola [Davis] was born in a sharecropper's cabin in South Carolina, and grew up in Central Falls, Rhode Island. Sarah Paulson was raised by a single mom in Brooklyn. Sarah Jessica Parker was one of seven or eight kids from Ohio. Amy Adams was born in Italy. Natalie Portman was born in Jerusalem. Where are their birth certificates? And the beautiful Ruth Negga was born in Ethiopia, raised in -- no, in Ireland, I do believe. And she's here nominated for playing a small town girl from Virginia. Ryan Gosling, like all the nicest people, is Canadian. And Dev Patel was born in Kenya, raised in London, is here for playing an Indian raised in Tasmania.