Emmy Recap
Sep. 17th, 2007 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
earlgreytea68I realized last night that I still resent The Sopranos for the Two Cathedrals thing. I know The Sopranos was a good TV show, but it didn't speak to me. I didn't find it uplifting or amusing. So I didn't really love it. And the year Martin Sheen shouted in Latin at God...I mean, really. The fact that Martin Sheen finished his run as Bartlet with not a single Emmy to show for it has always bothered me, and as I had an elemental urge to root against The Sopranos in every category, I realized I was still not over it.
Other than that, I found the Emmys entertaining. I thought Ryan Seacrest was not as bad as he could have been. I loved Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert giving Rickey Gervais's Emmy to Steve Carrell. America Ferrera winning was awesome, as she was so sweet. Oh, and I loved James Spader beating James Gandolfini. But I couldn't believe Vanessa Williams lost. And Katherine Heigl, although she must be a good actress, because I realized that I really like her, but can't stand Izzy. Her line about pronouncing her last name was the best line of the night. And I was pleased that 30 Rock won, a show I'm totally going to watch this season.
And on the subject of shows, Top Gear goes camping. It's long, so if you don't want to watch the whole thing, the highlights are:
*The boys ashamed that they can only go 30;
*The boys discovering that they have brought not a single essential item;
*The hosts of the world's top car show quarrelling over the installation of the mirror, with James May vowing to give Clarkson ten quid if it stays on;
*Clarkson broadcasting James May's mobile number on a digital sign on the back of the camper;
*May crashing into a post, leading to Hammond's balletic directions as they try to extricate the camper, and Clarkson snarkily saying, "Look, James! There's a caravan, and it pulled in without crashing into anything!"
*A wrong turn that results in an excruciatingly long attempt to turn the camper around, including May throwing his hat at Clarkson, Clarkson and Hammond warning him of a lamppost in tandem, a flat tire, a visit from a policeman that sends Clarkson and Hammond scurrying into the bushes and then sheepishly coming out ("We were embarrassed, Officer, and we hid"), and the unhooking of the camper followed by forgetting to hook it back up again. Says May, "It's gone slightly downhill." Replies Clarkson, "It never climbed up the hill."
And this is all before they even get to the campsite.
Once at the campsite:
*Hammond gets kidnapped by a little old lady;
*May backs into someone else's tent;
*Hammond discovers that Clarkson has brought along an AK-47 "in case they need it" ("You're not a very practical man, are you?");
*They manage to smash every dish in their kitchen;
*The shower runs out of water, forcing Hammond to march across the campground in his bathrobe;
*May remarks that the sound of the train passing is "romantic," leading Hammond to exclaim, "Don't say things like that! I'm in the same bed as you!";
*At breakfast, they have the following conversation: Clarkson: Do you want to go to Wilton House, the home of the Earl of Pembroke? May: I've been there. Clarkson: Dorchester, a great day out? May: I've been there. Clarkson: Weymouth's sea life? May: I've been there hundreds of times. At which point Hammond groans, "Oh, my God.";
*To cheer up, they go for a walk and use binoculars to spot different cars on the road; and, finally,
*Clarkson manages to set both their camper and the camper next door on fire. A raging inferno sort of fire, out of which they are trying to rescue bathrobes and such.
Clarkson hates camping. At one point, he just stands staring as if he cannot comprehend why he is there. Here is what he has to say about it: "Why would anybody think this was a holiday? I mean, at what point in the last eight hours have I done anything I'd call holiday-ish? Nothing. I've been in a car accident. I've watched James May destroy a campsite. I've stabbed myself seven times....It's not peaceful, and I don't like...You aren't allowed to have a fire. You aren't allowed to play ballgames. You aren't allowed to play music. You have to be in bed by 11. You have to park within two feet of a post. You have to keep quiet. You can't have anything. This is not a holiday. It's a concentration camp....If I was at home now, I could go out, have a fire, have a barbecue, play music loud, do whatever I want. I'd be free. Here, I've got a piece of spam on a broken plate." LOVE this show.
And on the subject of shows, Top Gear goes camping. It's long, so if you don't want to watch the whole thing, the highlights are:
*The boys ashamed that they can only go 30;
*The boys discovering that they have brought not a single essential item;
*The hosts of the world's top car show quarrelling over the installation of the mirror, with James May vowing to give Clarkson ten quid if it stays on;
*Clarkson broadcasting James May's mobile number on a digital sign on the back of the camper;
*May crashing into a post, leading to Hammond's balletic directions as they try to extricate the camper, and Clarkson snarkily saying, "Look, James! There's a caravan, and it pulled in without crashing into anything!"
*A wrong turn that results in an excruciatingly long attempt to turn the camper around, including May throwing his hat at Clarkson, Clarkson and Hammond warning him of a lamppost in tandem, a flat tire, a visit from a policeman that sends Clarkson and Hammond scurrying into the bushes and then sheepishly coming out ("We were embarrassed, Officer, and we hid"), and the unhooking of the camper followed by forgetting to hook it back up again. Says May, "It's gone slightly downhill." Replies Clarkson, "It never climbed up the hill."
And this is all before they even get to the campsite.
Once at the campsite:
*Hammond gets kidnapped by a little old lady;
*May backs into someone else's tent;
*Hammond discovers that Clarkson has brought along an AK-47 "in case they need it" ("You're not a very practical man, are you?");
*They manage to smash every dish in their kitchen;
*The shower runs out of water, forcing Hammond to march across the campground in his bathrobe;
*May remarks that the sound of the train passing is "romantic," leading Hammond to exclaim, "Don't say things like that! I'm in the same bed as you!";
*At breakfast, they have the following conversation: Clarkson: Do you want to go to Wilton House, the home of the Earl of Pembroke? May: I've been there. Clarkson: Dorchester, a great day out? May: I've been there. Clarkson: Weymouth's sea life? May: I've been there hundreds of times. At which point Hammond groans, "Oh, my God.";
*To cheer up, they go for a walk and use binoculars to spot different cars on the road; and, finally,
*Clarkson manages to set both their camper and the camper next door on fire. A raging inferno sort of fire, out of which they are trying to rescue bathrobes and such.
Clarkson hates camping. At one point, he just stands staring as if he cannot comprehend why he is there. Here is what he has to say about it: "Why would anybody think this was a holiday? I mean, at what point in the last eight hours have I done anything I'd call holiday-ish? Nothing. I've been in a car accident. I've watched James May destroy a campsite. I've stabbed myself seven times....It's not peaceful, and I don't like...You aren't allowed to have a fire. You aren't allowed to play ballgames. You aren't allowed to play music. You have to be in bed by 11. You have to park within two feet of a post. You have to keep quiet. You can't have anything. This is not a holiday. It's a concentration camp....If I was at home now, I could go out, have a fire, have a barbecue, play music loud, do whatever I want. I'd be free. Here, I've got a piece of spam on a broken plate." LOVE this show.
