You Need to Watch the Golden Globes This Weekend

If only it didn't require having cable.
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Looking for some stuff to catch up on this weekend? Whether it's TV, movies, books, or anything in between—VICE has you covered. Read on for our staff recommendations on what to take in during your downtime:

The Golden Globes

Hoo boy, this is gonna be something else, huh? Can you think of a year in which it'd be a worse idea for Hollywood to gather around and celebrate itself? Well, I think that could pretty much apply to every year, but regardless: The multiplexes are empty, there aren't any good albums out, and nothing's on TV to really binge hard on for at least a few more weeks. You have nothing better to do on Sunday night, and neither do I. —Larry Fitzmaurice, Senior Culture Editor, Digital

The Chi

Lena Waithe is really smart and cool. She wrote a celebrated episode of last season's Master of None, "Thanksgiving," which netted her an Emmy—and now she's created Showtime's first new show of 2018, The Chi, which zeroes in on life in Chicago's South Side neighborhoods. Waithe wrote the first episode, which airs this Sunday, directed by Rick Famuyiwa. He directed Dope, a movie I didn't see but my fiancée watched on an airplane once when we were sitting apart from each other. She said the movie's good. I believe her! So why not watch The Chi too? —LF


The West Wing

If you spent the week in the fetal position watching the president inch us ever closer to nuclear conflict, following his messy public breakup with Steve Bannon, or reading about chaotic White House affairs, I recommend you spend the weekend watching The West Wing. Looking back, Aaron Sorkin's seven-season TV drama is probably the furthest it gets from the political realities of today. It’s soothing—even hilarious—to see a press secretary get along with the press corps, staffers relieved that a damaging story was posted online and not in print, and a POTUS who can definitely read. Sometimes the best way to cope with the Trump administration is to enter into an alternate reality in which politicians don't have Twitter, and where they run the country with grace, competence, and a little integrity. —Lauren Messman, Associate Editor


The silver lining to dark, frigid New York winters is that the weather gives you permission to be an absolute couch-slug without feeling bad about it. I like binging really old, but really great TV shows, sometimes stoned, in order to get through January/February. Last year it was Alias. This year it's Firefly. Literally the only drawback to this series is that it's so short—there's only one season to savor. But everything else is incredible: It's a sci-fi western by Joss Whedon with really badass women in complex, interesting roles. If you, like me, have somehow never seen it, get thee to your couch and watch it, posthaste! —Kara Weisenstein


Blade Runner: The Final Cut

© Warner Bros., courtesy Everett Collection

There's more than one way to skin a replicant, as the seven-or-so-odd versions of the original Blade Runner illustrate. Only one of them has director Ridley Scott's seal of approval, though: 2007's 117-minute The Final Cut, which runs this weekend at the Quad Cinema in Greenwich Village. It's part of the 45-year-old theater's ongoing series, The Way I See It: Directors’ Cuts, which presents films the ways their creators intended. See if you can watch the 219-minute version of Heaven's Gate in one sitting, hang with Kenneth Lonergan himself during a rare screening of Margaret, or come at me over the fact that I still don't think Deckard's a robot. (It's not that he is or he isn't—it's just not that easy!) —Emerson Rosenthal

Kathe Burkhart, From the Liz Taylor Series

Kathe Burkhart, Get the Fuck Out: From the Liz Taylor Series (Elephant Walk). 60” by 90” acrylic, mixed media/canvas. 2017. © Kathe Burkhart, courtesy Mary Boone Gallery, New York

Though temperatures are set to plummet in many parts of the country this weekend, Kathe Burkhart’s exhibition, featured at the Mary Boone Gallery in Manhattan, New York, is the kind of art that still manages to feel hot and alive, regardless of the weather. By utilizing Elizabeth Taylor as a feminist avatar, Burkhart toys with and renegotiates how we interact with the archetypes still foist on women in 2018. Be it the femme fatale, the proper lady, the damsel in distress, Burkhart effortlessly (and gleefully) subverts audience expectations by blurring the lines between the public and private, juxtaposing the pristine with the profane. The exhibition, curated by Piper Marshall, is on view through February 24. — Patrick Adcroft, Copy Editor/Writer, Snapchat