Golden Globes Host Nikki Glaser On Balancing Savagery From Tom Brady Roast With Desire To Headline Future Globes

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As I watched Nikki Glaser gently torch the cardboard cutouts of Hollywood’s biggest stars rubber-banded to seats at the Beverly Hilton at yesterday’s rehearsal of a killer Golden Globes monologue, the feeling was not unlike watching a superbly conditioned athlete you just know is going to rise to the moment.

The recent track record for hosts of the Globes goes like this. Ricky Gervais hung up his thorny crown, and the Globes became a pariah for its small and shadowy voting body.

There have been a couple hosts mostly distinguished by the fact they said yes to a generous paycheck, but only after bigger names said, no way.

The long running HFPA joke that you knew it was Globes night when you couldn’t find a waiter at your Hollywood restaurant. That took a dark turn when Oscar winner Brendan Fraser revealed a former HFPA president had groped him, and the LA Times exposed a shocking lack of diversity among a shadowy group of 65 or so freeloading U.S.-based freelancers whose overseas bylines were unmemorable compared to the power their Globes votes held.