Dunn's sudden outburst sent the entire Golden Globes committee into a panic. The pressure crashed down on them like a mountain. Leslie Nielsen tried every trick in the book to convince the event's production team to step in and shut Dunn down.
But that was a dead end.
They all worked for Dick Clark Productions, and their loyalty was to the company's interests—meaning Dunn, who represented it!
With no other choice, Leslie pivoted to Plan B: the broadcaster.
The Golden Globes dinner was being aired live on NBC, beamed out to viewers across the U.S.
If they could just kill the feed, Dunn's wild rant wouldn't reach the public—problem solved.
Except the event's production rights belonged solely to Dick Clark Productions. The broadcast deal wasn't with the Globes committee—it was between Dick Clark and NBC.
Cutting the signal through the production side was off the table. The only shot was convincing NBC directly to pull the plug.
But NBC wouldn't budge!
The network had been struggling lately, its market share dipping to around 25%, trailing CBS by a solid 10 points.
The Golden Globes live broadcast was NBC's highest-rated program of the year!
No way they'd let that slip through their fingers.
Plus, there was the public's right to know!
If NBC cut the feed and blocked North American viewers from the truth, they'd be public enemy number one. The Globes' scandal could even drag NBC's credibility through the mud.
Whether it was ratings or reputation, NBC wasn't about to interrupt the signal!
Joseph, the network's operations head, shut it down flat: "No chance. This is a show people love. We've got no reason—or right—to cut it off."
Leslie was desperate, his tone practically begging. "But didn't you hear what Dunn Walker's saying? He's spouting nonsense, stirring up trouble! As the broadcaster, you're supposed to deliver objective, accurate content—not inflammatory rumors!"
"Rumors?" Joseph smirked, unfazed. "Mr. Nielsen, we've got a whole team that reviews broadcast content for violations. If they flag something, we'd kill the signal in a heartbeat. But so far? Nothing. We're a media outfit—no outside force gets to meddle with the free flow of news!"
"This is the Golden Globes!" Leslie roared, nearly losing it. "Don't you get it? If this stinks up the Globes, how does that help NBC? You've been their exclusive partner for decades!"
Joseph chuckled. "You've got it twisted, Mr. Nielsen. NBC's never been partners with the Globes—we don't do business with them. Our deal's with Dick Clark Productions. They're the ones who gave us the broadcast rights, not the Globes committee."
Leslie nearly choked on his own frustration.
Talk about shooting yourself in the foot!
Back in the day, the Golden Globes were a nobody in Hollywood. It was their partnership with famed TV producer Dick Clark that turned things around. The dinner-party format broke through, vaulting the Globes to America's second-biggest film and TV awards show, right behind the Oscars and Emmys.
Who'd have thought the very thing that made them would come back to bite them?
Dick Clark Productions getting scooped up by Dunn Pictures had flipped the script in a way no one saw coming!
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Back in the awards hall, Dunn's speech rolled on.
After the initial uproar settled, the guests quieted down. Every word, every syllable from Dunn rang clear through every corner of the room.
"A Beautiful Mind is a film I directed. Tonight, it's the big winner—Best Picture (Drama), Best Actor (Drama), Best Supporting Actress. Three major awards. By all accounts, I shouldn't be the one stirring the pot. But conscience and justice can't just vanish for the sake of profit!"
"I can't pretend to stay quiet just because A Beautiful Mind won. That'd be irresponsible to every filmmaker out there! Hollywood's been around for decades—it needs a clean, transparent foundation. That's the mission Dunn Pictures carries: 'New Order, New Model, New Power, New Hollywood.'"
"Fairness, justice, transparency—that's what every film award should strive for. But the Golden Globes? Not fair, not just, and definitely not transparent! The committee's backroom deals toy with one filmmaker after another. I'm not about to compromise with scandal just because I got a trophy!"
Dunn's words grew sharper, more forceful—hitting straight to the core!
No matter how you sliced it, his speech was righteous, noble, and dripping with political correctness!
The room erupted again, guests standing to applaud, cheering him on.
Though plenty of faces looked… complicated.
Especially the old-timers in the industry—they weren't buying Dunn's stunt.
On the surface, he was calling out injustice, demanding a healthier voting system for everyone.
But in reality? It was all hot air—impossible to pull off!
The Oscars' voting system was airtight, modeled after U.S. presidential elections—nearly flawless.
But at what cost? How much manpower and money went into it?
Conservative estimates pegged it at no less than $50 million!
Was it worth shelling out that kind of cash just to keep filmmakers feeling "fairly treated"?
The Oscars had Academy dues and its own revenue streams to bankroll it. But the Hollywood Foreign Press Association? What did they have to lean on? A more complex, robust voting system would bankrupt the Globes.
Compared to the European Big Three film festivals, the Globes were already plenty "fair and just."
Of course, only the seasoned vets thought that deep. The younger crowd? They ate Dunn's words up like gospel!
Hollywood's obsession with seniority was suffocating.
Who'd speak for the new generation? Only Dunn Walker!
Whether this outburst was really about Natalie Portman's snub or not, his fiery, righteous rant struck a chord with the youth.
The applause stretched on, many treating Dunn like a hero.
"Of course, I'm not saying this to attack the Golden Globes or the Hollywood Foreign Press Association. Let's call it… tough love! The Globes are a world-class award. All this criticism and finger-pointing—it's just fuel to get better. I believe the committee can own up to past mistakes and make changes."
Dunn tossed in a half-sincere, half-playful follow-up.
From start to finish, he never mentioned Natalie's missing nomination or the Best Screenplay award slipping through his fingers—that'd make him look petty.
To rally the crowd, you've got to stoke their emotions from their perspective, letting them fight for your cause without even realizing it.
His speech had run over ten minutes now. This felt like the right stopping point. He glanced around with a grin. "I'm grateful the Globes committee let me finish. Their patience surprised me. Guess they've seen their mistakes and want to turn over a new leaf—good stuff!"
Then he hoisted his trophy high and leaned into the mic for his final line: "Lastly, thanks to the Hollywood Foreign Press for giving me Best Picture (Drama). Thanks to the Golden Globes, and to everyone on the A Beautiful Mind crew! Thanks for hearing out my suggestions—appreciate it!"
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Backstage, Leslie Nielsen slumped in his chair. When word came that Dunn had finally stepped offstage, he let out a grimace uglier than a sob.
The Globes, generous?
Generous, my ass!
If the dinner staff weren't all Dick Clark Productions employees, he'd have sent someone up to yank Dunn off the stage ages ago.
This Dunn Walker—had he planned this all along?
Stepping on the Globes' neck to push some secret, shady agenda of his own!
Last year, splashing big cash to buy up the floundering Dick Clark Productions—it was fishy from the jump.
Listen to that speech—off-the-cuff? No way!
He's got ulterior motives, no question!
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