Was this year's Emmys the worst ever? I
think so. Neil Patrick Harris seemed unhappy and dry-lipped; the only
time he semi-sparkled was in the gay bandinage with Jane Lynch. Tina
Fey and Amy Poehler showed him how it should have been done. That
riff with NPH - “I think it would be degrading. Yes, but we would
be degrateful” was just genius. I mean these girls are in the same
class as Hugh Jackman and Billy Crystal; they are professionals who
have what Jim Parsons noted was the key to it all when he commented
on Bob Newhart's genius: Timing.
The winners were the least expected,
like a bad Agatha Christie story. The one whose name I can't remember
from “Nurse Jackie” who came on and said 'Thanks, um, I have to
go now'? Honey, you ain't Jessica Lange who is famous enough and
talented enough and cool enough to get away with something like that.
Jim Parsons, Anna Gunn and Michael
Douglas were the only worthy ones up there. Jon Hamm not getting his
is a matter of national shame (as, I have to say, was his beard);
almost as absurd as waiting for years to give Scorsese and DiCaprio
their dues.
But my Breaking Bad boys walked away
with the honours, didn't they? That made me a happy camper.
Worst-dressed: Connie Britton. If it's
too heavy to hold, don't.
Best-dressed: Kaley Cuoco. The right
shade, the right off-centre design. Julie Bowen's Zac Posen creation
was a close runner-up.
Worst walk-in-wear: Cobie Smulders
whose dress was so tight she minced across the stage like Louis XIV.
Wtf moment: Carrie Underwood's
underwhelming performance. So Yesterday.
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