Is it me or are Seth Meyers’ eyes diverging? Maybe it’s an optical illusion. Maybe it’s the distracting horizontal lines behind him. Maybe it’s that his head is about to explode from hosting the Emmy’s for the first time on the heels of getting his own talk show.
My review of the Hollywood Reporter review? It’s not bad. But then awards shows are so self-indulgent that reviewing them doesn’t really mean anything. When awards shows are themselves up for awards (Tony Awards and the Academy Awards), it’s hard to take anything seriously. Come on. Emmy director Glenn Weiss won for directing the Tony Awards (and accepted the award from his directors chair in the control room), but I guess including the Emmy’s for consideration is too much.
Everything else just sort of blurs into the weirdness of the whole Teleprompted Hollywood club/union meeting thing. Exceptional moments such as the tribute to Robin Williams rose above the usual routine, but Jim Parsons winning his fourth consecutive Emmy for lead actor on a comedy makes even the routine seem even more perfunctory than usual.
Sarah Silverman’s enthusiastic sprint to the stage for her award was upstaged by the real possibility that she would have a wardrobe malfunction and the new “It” guy Stephen Colbert lost “it” a little when his imaginary friend made a “dis”appearance. Maybe the longer you are around awards shows the less magic there is to take one back to childhood, but for some reason the gears seemed to grind a bit more loudly than I remember.
The latest immersive 4D thrill ride experience in China involves special effects and heated air to simulate the feeling of being in a crematorium and then lying in state in a casket. The Samadhi – 4D Experience of Death probably won’t be coming to a resort near you, but if you happen to be in Huangpu District, China next month and got $40 burning a hole in your pocket, they’ll be showing you the next life through the end of September.
Not widely-known in the U.S., JJ was a fixture of Belfast theater for decades and worked alongside budding stars like Liam Neeson and Ciaran Hinds at Belfast’s Lyric Theatre.
Koppenhaver, in a tweet about the incident, apparently tried to deflect the blame by suggesting that Mack had been involved with another man. Dude, she’s a porn star.
“I sat up all night. I remember going through my computer wondering, ‘Who do I owe money to? Who owes me?’ said Ellsworth.
Maybe the doctor was a fan who thought the band needed better material. Maybe not. Either way it worked.
It’s been a whole day of news and other reports and I still can’t get my head around it.
I guess this kid better get off the bench and start making some cookies.
Elvis Presley’s shoes sing the blues.
Last night I dreamt that that my record company loved me.