Terrible.
Simply awful.
The ironic thing is that the Emmy honors excellence in television, yet The Emmy Awards is the worst thing on TV all year. But I always end up watching every minute.
Enough with the Miniseries Emmy, already. Not only do they have the Emmy for the miniseries, but they have to honor Best Actor, Best Actress, Best Supporting Actress, Best Supporting Actor, Best Writing, Best Directing, and Best “I didn’t know Angela Lansbury was still alive” awards in the miniseries category.
The “In Memoriam” segment is always entertaining. They have all these network executives and writers who died, but only a couple of people you’ve actually heard of get sprinkled in.
And what happens when Danny Cooksey, a.k.a. “Sam” from Diff’rent Strokes dies? Will he be on it?
Matthew Fox from Party of Five had three chicks with him. I’m not sexist, they were just dressed like “chicks.” You know what I mean. Either way, it was nicely done. Oh yeah, I guess he’s on Lost, also.
Everybody Loves Raymond? Are you kidding me? Over Arrested Development, Desperate Housewives, and Scrubs?
How does James Spader keep winning? How does he beat Kiefer, Hugh Laurie and Ian McShane? I could understand if his competition were Dave Coulier, Ben Savage and Melissa Joan Hart. But, come on.
The show also ran two minutes late, totally ruining the rest of my plans for the evening. Not cool.
An actress wipeout is the only thing that would’ve saved the show for me. Maybe the undeserving, funky toothed Patrica Arquette could trip over her gargantuan gown and smash her face on the walk up the steps. It could only improve her dental situation.
