I liked this editorial in the Guardian, loosely touching on the Golden Globes but mostly picking at the rusty gilt veneer of the star system.
Theyre mugs, really, film stars. Sure, they are ludicrously well-paid for their success, and for accepting, encouraging and nurturing that sinister adulation reserved for human archetypes. But they are also particularly pampered, tethered goats, the front-of-house display for an industry that makes fortunes for many others, others who are much less obliged to present and foster "a public image", and much more able to keep their private lives private.











