Emmy Nominations

The Emmy nominations are out, and there are opportunities for head-scratching. People seem focused on "Girls5eva," and the sense of outrage is strong. (I haven't seen "Girls5eva," but I'd bet, from the title alone, that this is a series worthy of awards.)

What I generally don't perceive is a sense of overwhelming love for "Law and Order: SVU" (totally snubbed).

"SVU" is unusual because it's essentially a soap opera, and yet it once won a major Emmy Award (for Mariska Hargitay, Best Actress). Christopher Meloni also once received Emmy recognition--though just a nomination, not a win. Then you have the string of winning guest stars: Leslie Caron, Amanda Plummer, Ellen Burstyn, Cynthia Nixon, and so on.

But this past year didn't do anything for "SVU," in terms of Emmy nominations.

I think the world of "SVU"--a particularly gritty reimagining of NYC, in which phantom versions of Brett Kavanaugh, Rae Trujillo, and Amy Cooper all make appearances--is just as rich as the world of "The Crown." (And did Emerald Fennell really deliver an Emmy-caliber performance? Well.....)

I think Hargitay, Kelli Giddish, and Raul Esparza were worthy of nominations this year. Not to mention Eva Noblezada, Alex Brightman, and especially Michael Gladis.

My two cents.

P.S. Let's also toss in Sarita Choudhury.

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