EMMY REDUX

I really don’t have much to say about the Emmy’s. They were pretty embarrassing – not funny, inarticulate, excruciatingly earnest, smugly left-wing.

You know it’s a bad red carpet pre-show, when the best hosts have to be reckoned Miss Piggy and Kermit. Message to Star Jones(using the language style you adopted for your hosting duties): “Sistah, don’t you go and quit you alls day job, momma!”

You know its a bad show, when you keep escaping to a rerun of Titanic and the season premiere of Charmed on other networks.

I’ve never seen an episode of The Sopranos, so I don’t know if all the accolades are deserved. (We have a thing in our family about having seen enough entertainment in which Italian Americans are mafioso hoods. It’s right up there with Irish as drunks, Southerners as bigots and Californians as surfers. We do permit French people as obnoxious, opinionated and over-critical, however. And we can do it without malice as we’re half French…) I was very biasedly and unapologetically rooting for my friend,Barbara Hall’s show, Joan of Arcadia to win. But the Red Sox also lost two of three to the Yankees this weekend, demonstrating that often iin this valley of tears, the virtuous and deserving go unrewarded…

As I predicted, the gay valentine Angels in America took as many awards as it possibly could. It is an election year, after all. I felt the waves of John Kerry’s wince when Tony Kushner blew kisses to “my husband Mark. Maybe soon we can get legally married so you can make an honest homosexual of me!” Was the ensuing clamor, the Emmy attendees cheering, or 2 million Americans deciding to vote Republican?

Anyway, at least the clothes were mostly lovely.