There's some good news and some bad news for the highly complicated ladies of Showtime.
If you want an Emmy, you might have to sing for it.
For some reason, today's news is giving me the munchies.
Well, to be honest, I had all these great things to say about the Michael Jackson memorial, but then the sight of his young daughter sobbing into a microphone just completely knocked the snark out of me. Honestly, that poor kid. My god. It's going to take me a while to get over that. But the blog must go on! And since this was the biggest televised event in the history of televised events, let's run down some of the highlights and lowlights of Hollywood's tribute to the biggest star the world has ever known.
Today's news includes Justin Timberlake, Tommy Lee, the Hollywood Walk of Fame and Michael Jackson. I swear this is not a re-print of a blog from the '90s.
This past weekend the Emmys handed out a large bulk of their awards during the Creative Arts ceremony, aka the Schmemmys (thank you, Kathy Griffin!). She was on hand to host the night, which means that they must have forgiven her for her "Suck it, Jesus" acceptance speech a few years back. Anyway, while I'm sort of dreading the predictability that is likely to unfold Sunday evening, at least the Creative Arts had a few pleasant surprises. Read on for the highlights.
I'm not trying to be a jerk, I just really don't get him. He's on SNL constantly, and everyone I know always acts really excited about that, but I'm not one of those people. And I can't even really put my finger on why, because he's really, really good at performing and he's more polished than half of the actual cast in his delivery, but it's just not my thing. It started with his furry Speedo guy sight gag in those God awful Love Guru trailers (admittedly more Mike Myers' fault than JT's but still -- he agreed to it and really went for it), and I guess the last straw was that stupid homophobic "Single Ladies" sketch from a few months ago that everyone loved for some reason surpassing logic. There's just something about him that reminds me of the guy from high school who got voted "Most Likely to Be on SNL One Day" who constantly put on "skits" at football rallies and was the self-proclaimed class clown. He's a ham, I guess, and while I tend to like super-hams (huge Hugh Jackman fan right here), he's an immature super-ham, and I just can't deal with that. I'd love it if he stuck to singing and dancing -- two things he also does very well but that don't bother me when he does them -- and stayed away from being a comedian, is what I'm saying. And I need him to stop making that dopey smirk. It drives me nuts.
Ostensibly Paul Rudd hosted this past week's Saturday Night Live, but the show was stolen right out from under him by one Mr. Justin Timberlake. The former host (whose "D**k in a Box" clip still cracks me up) showed up during Weekend Update to give a quick blow-by-blow of what next weekend's Thanksgiving-themed episode would have looked like if he hadn't had a scheduling conflict. This fast-paced rundown, followed by Timberlake's surprising cameo in heels and a leotard in a fake Beyoncé video shoot, were hands down the two funniest moments of the night. Rudd was forced to merely stand on the side lines and pretend to direct Sasha Fierce in the chaotic "Single Ladies" video while Timberlake shook and grinded (ground?) and got all the laughs.