Random musings on tonight's Emmy broadcast:
Neil Patrick Harris delivers a legendary opening number. As we all knew he would.
Holy crap! Kristen Chenoweth actually won for Pushing Daisies! ABC, you are so dumb cancelling that show.
John Hodgman is providing "color commentary" as award winners walk to the stage. I guess that means I'm actually going to have to watch those parts of the show this year, then.
Sarah Silverman is sporting the most authentic looking fake mustache I've ever seen. And really selling the gag, too.
What's with the womens' dress style this year about bunching a gym towel looking wad of fabric on the shoulder?
Whoever thought of this running gag to introduce presenters by their most obscure/embarassing past acting credit deserves an Emmy of his or her own, because it's solid gold.
Jeff Probst gives a shout-out to Neil Patrick Harris' awesomeness, simultaneously acknowledging how lame a job he (and the other reality show hosts) did at last year's Emmys. And he gives a succinct and relatively inspirational acceptance speech. Suddenly, I like him quite a lot better.
I think Shohreh Aghdashloo has a fantastic voice, but as she accepts her award, she seems like she's hyperventilating.
Hooray for Dr. Horrible! And Captain Hammer! AND Penny and Moist!
Jimmy Fallon can be hit and miss, but this auto-tune gag is fantastic. When you can get Steve Carell to laugh that hard, you know it's good.
In the dead entertainer montage, it appears that TV is "claiming" Paul Newman and Michael Jackson. A bit of a stretch, if you ask me. Though I suppose there would have been angry letters if they'd not been shown.
Tips for would-be award winners. If you want to get nominated for comedy writing, work on 30 Rock. Drama writing, work on Mad Men. Guest actress, Law and Order: SVU. Others need not apply.
Oh, and one more time -- NPH is awesome. And was robbed in his category.
That is all.
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