Defamer
We're still (pretty unsuccessfully) trying to shake off our Emmys hangover—drinking was really the only way to make it through all three-plus hours of last night's telecast without going insane from boredom—but we're now lucid enough to tackle the "mystery" of that trio of perplexing cuts (compiled in the above clip) from Ray Romano, Katherine "If You Call Me Hi-Jel I Will Fucking Cut You" Heigl, and Sally Field to the giant, profanity-erasing Sphere of Censorship hanging in the rafters of the Shrine.
As today's THR notes, it was a Fox censor's itchy dump-button finger that triggered the jarring cuts, an attempt to avoid the post-Nipplegate wrath of the FCC for airing Romano's joke that "Frasier's screwing my wife," Heigl's silent mouthing of the word "shit" to express surprise that she'd actually won, and Field's taking of the Lord's name in vain ("goddamn"). We applaud the network's efforts to expunge these adulterous, scatological, and blasphemous references from the show, sparing millions of TV viewers—even the lip-readers!—from a potentially ugly controversy like the Jesus Can Suck It Incident that marred the Creative Arts Emmys earlier in the week.
Comments
Not to be all naive, but didn't Brad Garrett and Joely Fisher make a blow job reference during their bit? I guess that's OK as long as they are promoting a FOX show.
See also: Any Seth McFarlane production.
Ray should have talked about his show some more during his little routine last night. We get it, Ray! You used to be on a show that, despite the inconvenient truth that it was painfully unfunny, was on TV for a long time and won some awards. Woop-dee-fucking-doo! No go back to the occasional cartoon voice-over in between working on your short game, you insufferable goon.
That Sally Field even won for a role so overblown and obnoxious on a show so tepid is enough to make anyone use dirty language.
While the Emmys are usually boring as hell, Fox's coverage was especially horrible. The production value was shit. The cuts were jarring and strange, there was the usual conservative propaganda, there were Seacrest's painful "I'm-not-gay" quips, and finally that atrocious theater-in-the-round set-up. I thought putting rich celeb asses in cheap plastic chairs was against the Award Show Code--or at least reserved for real crap like the People's Choice Awards. The seating alone should have spawned a mutiny: Terri Hatcher throws a chair at Seacrest--now THAT would have been good TV.
Boniva? Anyone? Boniva filters the royal fuck outta her in its Ad campaigns for Osteo bone stuff.
Ps: what on G-ds green earth is Al Gore eating these days...or rather, what the fuck isn't he eating.
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