Mold and Globes

I love an industry rogue. Always have.

George Christy died less than a year ago. Loved him. And I knew what an absurd pain-in-the-ass he could be. I understood his arrogance. I saw the man. Lived to 93 and still felt compelled to pretend to be straight. He carried a lot of baggage. He wasn't even a gossip, so much as a part of the well-constructed furniture on which the industry sat comfortably. He had amassed so much goodwill over his years that he had a fortune in art given to him by friends that was sitting in his garage and he didn't even really care. He wanted the cute busboy to bring him a plate of food from the buffet and to have the host come to him.

But what is my point?

Watching the Golden Globes made me sad.

HFPA was an industry rogue. They have a long history of bending their rules to their own favor. One's view of their history has a lot to do with when you got to know them. It's been almost 25 years for me. Before that, I has read stories about bribes. I knew about Pia Zador…