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Live updates from Richard Roeper:

6:24 p.m.
Kudos to Stacy Keibler on the multiple red carpet appearances as George Clooney's awards-season date. She's outlasting many of Clooney's previous girlfriends, including, you know, the one that worked as a restaurant hostess in Las Vegas, and, um, the one that's an Italian TV something or other.

Matt Lauer to Keibler: "I promised I wouldn't ask 'Who are you wearing?' but, 'Who are you wearing?' "

Wish he'd kept that promise.

Cut to Al Roker interviewing Jennifer Lawrence, who's about a hundred feet taller than Roker. "How did you [play a] young widow who lost her husband so early?" Roker asked Lawrence, who paused and then said, "Uh..I don't know Al!"

Meanwhile, the over/under on those of us at home who couldn't help but think of Roker's recent admission about his embarrassing, post-surgical episode at the White House: 65 percent.

7:23 p.m.
They should host everything.

The eternally funny Tina Fey and exactly-the-same-level-of-funny Amy Poehler stepped up to the plate as co-hosts of the Golden Globes and knocked out one line drive after another, with many of their one-liners easily clearing the fence.

Singling out Ben Affleck in the crowd, Poehler said, "Hey Ben, I'm from Boston too. You're not better than me."

Fey and/or Poehler also delivered zingers about Anne Hathaway's disastrous turn as James Franco's Oscar co-host; Kathryn Bigelow truly knowing about torture because "she was married to James Cameron for three years," and the Hollywood Foreign Press itself. They looked beautiful, and they were brilliant and edgy without coming across as snarky or too cool for the room.

8:33 p.m.
The first time I saw Tommy Lee Jones onscreen, he was delivering one of the most wooden non-performing performances I'd ever seen in a god-awful cheesefest called "The Betsy."

Imagine my surprise as the years went on and Jones turned into one of the more compelling actors of our time--even if he doesn't have the range of a Sean Penn or a Daniel Day-Lewis.

Off-screen, however, Jones seems incapable of even pretending to be having a good time. Whether he's growling one-word answers at a press junket or seemingly on the verge of falling asleep at an awards show, Jones always looks like he wishes he'd rather be anywhere but here.

Will Ferrell and Kristen Wiig brought down the house with their routine about knowing nothing about the five performances they had to introduce. ("Jennifer Lawrence...JLaw...Silver Linings Playbook, she had all this silver...and she was like, 'Get out of here, this is my cookbook!' "). Every time they cut to someone the audience, all we saw was joy and laughter.

Until they cut to Tommy Lee Jones. As Ferrell and Wiig were killing it, he looked like he wanted to kill them.

Sir. You're an actor. I've met Secretaries of Defense and four-star generals that take themselves less seriously.

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What's it going to take for Daniel Day-Lewis or Claire Danes or Sofia Vergara to take home a Golden Globe tonight?

One way to do it would be with votes from Ersi Danou, Dagmar Dunlevy, Munawar Hosain and Rocio Ayuso, aka Maria Bernal--and about a dozen other members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Academy.

I keep seeing stories about the "approximately 90" members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association--but according to the HFPA's own site, there are just 76 international journalists that make up the voting body for the Globes.

The aforementioned Ersi Danou is a Greek entertainment journalist. Dunlevy's Canadian. Ayuso/Bernal is affiliated with Spain. And Hosain is listed as representing Australia, the Netherlands AND Cuba.

Way to trot that globe!

It's one of Hollywood's biggest open secrets: the Golden Globes are kind of a joke, but they count because nearly all the major stars nominated in the sometimes dubious categories show up for the nationally televised ceremony, which is often described as the precursor to the Academy Awards, which is of course a huge insult to the some 6,000-plus professionals that belong to the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences.

To become a member of the HFPA, you have to be publish at least four entertainment articles--a year. (I have colleagues that have published four entertainment articles in an afternoon.)

Also, you have to be asked, and many of the leading foreign journalists covering movies and television have never been asked to join the HFPA. It's a very small organization that only rarely opens their doors to new members.

The Globes are Jake LaMotta fighting Sugar Ray Robinson in "Raging Bull"--they take shot after shot after shot, but they never hit the canvas. There have been periods when no self-respecting television network would air the awards ceremony. Then there was the embarrassment of 1981, when Pia Zadora was crowned Best New Star. Not to mention the various articles over the years noting many of the members are not even full-time journalists and often hold down "civilian" jobs.

Not to mention some of the ridiculous categories, e.g., pitting actors from cable movies and mini-series against actors on weekly shows. Somehow, Hayden Panettiere from "Nashville," Sofia Vergara from "Modern Family" and Sarah Paulson from the HBO movie "Game Change" are all competing against each other in the same category. Huh?

But even with the lawsuits and the whispers and the rumors about how the awards are decided, even though I've spoken with Globe-nominated individuals who know the process is a joke but play along because it's undeniably good for the career, even though a large majority of even the casual viewers tuning in tonight realize there's something sketchy about the Globes, we don't care. We want to see how the wonderful Amy Poehler and Tina Fey do as hosts. We want to see which actress gets caught in the bathroom when her name is announced, which upset winner has to thread his way past the star-studded tables, which star will slur his speech after a few too many sips of the complimentary champagne.

Besides. Aren't ALL awards shows, even the Oscars, just a little bit silly when we take a step back? All these beautiful, talented, wealthy, famous winners of life's lottery trembling uncontrollably because they've won a trophy?

Yes, the Globes are a farce, but they're usually a pretty entertaining farce. Let the goofiness begin.

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