A huge congratulations to Gail Mancuso for taking home the Emmy for directing comedy. Even the announcer couldn’t resist noting that is has been 20 years since a woman won in this category. And that woman was Betty Thomas, for directing “Dream On”.
But what the hell happened to the 65th Emmy awards show?
Well, CBS certainly showed where its priorities lie: the advertisers. No time for thank you from the stage, but plenty of time for commercials, sometimes in blocks of 5 minutes, if you don’t count the self promotion. Talented people had maybe something interesting to say but no… The clock start ticking from the moment the talented butt leaves the seat.
CBS also had a football game just before the Emmy’s, so there was no time for pre-show, on the red carpet, or clips of the contenders at their best to refresh the audience’s minds. No, nothing. We in L.A were delegated to watching the local channel or E. But who can stand to see Ryan Seacrest in yet another job?
So no pomp and circumstance, no intro, no celebration.
When the clock ticked 5 PM and the DVR switched to the Emmy’s there was nothing on but commercials for 3 minutes, then the show began, with little fanfare.
The opening clip where Harris watches clips… Is that the best you can do? Les Moonves the President of CBS as the night watchman was a nice touch but no one outside L.A knew it has any meaning. And the clips he watches? Come on! We did better in “Dream On” 20 years ago.
Then all the talk show hosts ( where was Craig Ferguson? Isn’t he on CBS? or are they just making fun of NBC?) For a moment I thought there’s still hope when Kevin Spacey turned to the camera and said something about a brawl. Don’t know what, I was fascinated by his voice and his accent and his way of speech. Music to my ears.
But it went downhill from there.
Delayed cues that should not happen in a show of this magnitude, a background that is not a background but some corridors on and on.
Some of the critics called it “In Memoriam Emmys”, there was so much talk about death. I didn’t mind that but to see Robin Williams tell about Jonathan Winters going on a roll until the cameras rolled out and not see that clip was almost too much to bear. To hear Rob Reiner talk about Jean Stapleton and not show the incredible range she had as an actress, from drama to comedy, killed the rest of it.
The decision not to show those television clips but instead have a few musical numbers, an amateurish reality style piece about the new choreography category… Come on ! At least the choreography had something to do with the contenders of the evening.
And so on and so forth. The Queen of snark Nikki Fink emerged from vacation/protest to drip her well targeted acid and even she could stay till the end. She went to watch “Breaking Bad”. I too had enough. I read about it on the internet. Less painful this way.
Here is, by the way, what I got because Betty Thomas won the Emmy…