I actually didn’t watch a second of the MTV Video Music Awards, and I must say my life is much better for it.
I usually make a point to watch all major awards shows, but the VMAs is pretty worthless.
The performances don’t mean anything, either. Every now and then you’ll get a solid rendition of a popular song, but the VMAs are more about spectacle than authenticity. It’s about one-upping each other. No one just stands there and sings.
So I avoided it this year, and have no desire to catch up on what I missed.
I did, however, watch the Emmys. There was a lot of story lines this year, the predominant one being Breaking Bad vs. True Detective, and as an avid watcher of many of these shows, I wanted to tune in and see who was rewarded. It’s also the golden age of TV. The Emmys is the new Oscars.
But let’s be real. Matthew McConaughey deserved to win. Did Bryan Cranston portray arguably the best television character of all time? Sure. But if you’re judging one year’s work — as these shows are supposed to — McConaughey was absolutely phenomenal as Rustin “Rust” Cohle.
Cranston’s win was an overall achievement award. It wasn’t undeserving, but, it still was a snub for Mr. “Alright, alright, alright.”
Breaking Bad was awarded profusely throughout the night, with Anna Gunn and Aaron Paul also picking up awards, and the broadcast ended with it winning the coveted Best Drama Series.
There was also a very suggestive kiss between Cranston and Julia Louis-Dreyfus, a touching, poignant tribute by Billy Crystal to his friend Robin Williams, and a safe, good-natured hosting job by Seth Meyers. Oh, and Weird Al.
Maybe I’m just getting old. But I didn’t need to see Miley Cyrus twerking. Or the next European boy band perform. Instead, I’d rather watch dudes in tuxedos and women in elegant dresses poke fun at one another in a civilized way. That’s what you get at the Emmys.
Alright, alright, alright.