Jodie Foster at the Golden Globes

To me, Jodie Foster's muddled mess of a speech speaks to to a person too enamored with her own intelligence, who has no self-filter (one of the perils of being bookishly brilliant). But...regardless of what she said onstage, the producers of the Golden Globes treated Jodie Foster quite shabbily last night. Usually, the presentation of the Cecil B. DeMillle Award is the centerpiece of the night, with one or two co-stars singing the winner's praises, and more significantly, the running of a long clip reel, one that features key performance moments. Scenes, actual scenes! One of the nice things the Globes has always done is insert a picture-in-picture box so that we can see the honoree's face as he or she watches the clips. This can be very moving, but last night, the clip reel was an MTV-style speed train, set to action movie music, that reduced an extraordinary career to trashy insignificance. And though he may be her great friend, Robert Downey Jr., should never be allowed to present an award. He's so self-satisfied that he turns every moment into a referendum on his own smug coolness. (Unbearable.) He said nothing about Foster's significance to film. It was a travesty. So...I felt sorry for Jodie before she ever took the stage. As a great American actress, she deserved better. (Chuck Wilson)