We all know I consider this to be the third most vaunted day of the year. Only second (and third) to the Golden Globes and Oscars, Emmy night is a true celebration of entertainment glory, particularly the television arts. This lends itself to a terrible irony- as pointed out to me during an email exchange this morn, thanks Jer- which is that the television awards were broadcast as a television abomination.
While tv is surpassing movies as the best form of entertainment, both critically and enjoyably, the academy tarnished its small screen gem with a limp presentation filled with astonishing wins. Several of my tv loving friends questioned whether the academy members actually watch tv. The answer must simply be no.
First, the presentation. Jimmy Kimmel was snooze-worthy, albeit thankfully brief, as the telecast host. His bit with Tracy Morgan trying to bolster the ratings through twitter was an embarrassing dud. I never thought I’d yearn for the other Jimmy (Fallon) so much. Each presenter speech was worse than the last. If I were as funny as Louis CK or as dapper as Kevin Costner, I would have simply thrown out the garbage provided and riffed free-style. Gag. When the only funny and noteworthy bit was a song dedicated to Kimmel sung by Josh Groban, you know you have problems. Was anyone else wondering if Groban met up with ex January Jones backstage? Just me? That’s right. I know and care a lot about Groban. Deal with it. It’s also very annoying to group the awards into genre categories. Don’t front load with all the comedy people and leave the miniseries people for the back end. Mix and match! Even I haven’t seen all the mini/tv movies.
Winners? In what universe can Jon Cryer win best comic lead against Louie, Baldwin, Larry and even Jim Parsons? Sure, I think Duckie was screwed over by Blaine, but that is no excuse to award this low rent rubber faced Jim Carrey wannabe. Sorry Jon. It’s not your fault, but this is criminal. And as much as I love Kevin Costner, and god knows I do, he was not deserving for Hatfields and McCoys. I don’t think anyone voting actually watched the whole three nighter. The previews were great but the real thing (yes, I watched dammit) was weird, confusing and ultimately disappointing. And yet Berenger won as well. You’ve seen Sherlock, right voters? I don’t get it. Lastly, Eric Stonestreet makes a fine Cam on Modern Family, and used to be my personal fav. But his co-stars Ty Burrell (nothing short of genius) and Ed O’Neill (stoic perfection) were both more worthy. I would even throw a bone to Max Greenfield of my beloved New Girl. I wish he still taught spin classes in real life.
Winners. I was personally rooting for Amy Poehler as she is great and Parks is the best. Nonetheless, although I think Veep is uneven, Julia Louis Dreyfuss is comic gold, so I can live with it. Plus her jaunty acceptance notes bit with Amy was one of few shining moments and demonstrated real class between the female nominees. I think everyone was expecting Giancarlo “Gus Frings” Esposito of Breaking Bad to win, but Aaron Paul’s Jesse Pinkman is one my top three tv characters of the current landscape so that was fine by me. Plus his tearful and bromantic embrace with Giancarlo was magical. I teared. In case you care, the other two rounding up my top three are Ron Swanson and Don from Newsroom. Special mentions for Eli and Diane of Good Wife, Opie on Sons of Anarchy, Crosby on Parenthood. After a teenage obsession with her on MSCL, followed by a radical about face of hatred, I now consider Claire Danes to be once again on my pro-list. She is amazing on Homeland and Homeland itself was one of the greatest seasonal marathons of my life. Go to her.
As an added bonus, I received a gift from an anonymous source of the seating chart of the Governor’s Ball and I will share a glimpse with you. Seacrest In!