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Emmy Nominations: 2022

 As the Emmy Awards approach, I have just a few thoughts about "The White Lotus."


*Gay people don't always get a spotlight in prestige TV. I'm watching "Breaking Bad," and, hour after hour, I search for a gay character, and all I get is the whispered suggestion that Gus Fring is *possibly* gay. The flamboyant "Mad Men" artist disappears quickly. Good luck finding a gay man in "Friday Night Lights." (I think there is just one, and I think he gets three lines.) "The White Lotus" is a work of genius by a bisexual man--and, also, if Murray Bartlett--playing Daniel Barrett--wins the Emmy, then that's great. Additionally, I was touched by Steve Zahn's sexuality crisis--something I think I haven't seen on TV before.

*It seems to me that Molly Shannon was the heart and soul of "The White Lotus." No nomination? But there's room for Connie Britton's daughter? This seems problematic to me.

*Finally, people talk about "White Lotus" allowing viewers to see Jennifer Coolidge in a new way--and yes, that's wonderful. But I think Jake Lacy could get more attention. Lacy had been a decent guy in "Carol" and in "Obvious Child." His "villain" role in "Lotus" is something new. He stands out; he doesn't judge his character (who, after all, received an expensive promise that led nowhere) .... Lacy is mesmerizing each time he appears.

OK, that's all. To "The White Lotus"!
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