I am aging out of the Emmys. Who on earth is Ladybug? Who are these giant cartoon characters? Are children the Emmys demographic now? I saw them at the end of the red carpet show. I only saw the end, because like all old people I am still mourning the loss of Joan Rivers. I was initially pleased because I had seen everything nominated in every category up until the Reality nominations. Totally blanked out on those.
I am an iconoclast. I think I must be the only viewer who loved the snarky non sequitur voiceover guy. He was roundly reviled on the Internet (specifically the Deadline live blog), but I found him a delightful element of surprise.
I am a judgmental old biddy. Some young man interrupted his own acceptance speech to moan, “I am sooo hung over.” He said that at 6:13 pm Pacific standard time. How can someone be hung over that late in the day?
All in all, it seemed like The Emmys have turned into a drunk teenager with ADHD: everything is a non sequitur, hangovers are blurted out, and celebs don’t even bother to hide their disappointment at losing (the guy sitting next to Bill Hader shaking his head in disgust, Julia Louis Dreyfus looking pretty dismayed when she lost, etc.).
One nice thing was that it ended on time, because I need my sleep, old lady that I am.