The Emmy Awards are Sunday night (NBC, 8 p.m.) — perhaps you’ve heard. And because Mike Slezak is not one to toot his own horn (oh wait, he totally is), you may not know that he’ll be live-blogging the whole extravaganza, including Ryan Seacrest’s red-carpet pre-show on E! (In fact, all of Team EW.com will be on duty Sunday, documenting the whole evening, from Joan Rivers’ first blooper to the last winner’s post-show victory lap backstage at the Shrine Auditorium.)
In the meantime, you probably have a lot of cramming to do to prepare for TV’s biggest night. You can follow the ever-changing odds and buzz at TheEnvelope.com. Emmycast producer Ken Ehrlich gave me the rundown of the show’s expected highlights, while E! Online tells you where to find the drama in a show that’ll be scripted down to the minute.
As far as the outrages that many argue have robbed the Emmys of credibility and made them the K. Fed. of awards shows — specifically, the ”re-Emmying” of reflexive repeat winners like Allison Janney, pictured (”re-Emmying” is my favorite coinage of the week), you can either work yourself into an angry froth, or you can do something constructive, like petition the TV Academy to adopt these five reforms. Or you can do something fun and frivolous, like follow The Office‘s Jenna Fischer on her quest for something glamorous and un-Pam-like to wear on the red carpet.
Oh yeah, although we’re certain you’ll be watching NBC on Sunday, you’ll want to record the season finales of The 4400 (USA, 9 p.m.) and the entire HBO Sunday night lineup (Deadwood at 9, Entourage at 10, and Lucky Louie at 10:30).
Oh, all right, there are a few non-Emmy options for entertainment this weekend. You could listen to the new releases by Kelis and Primal Scream. You could read Hello Americans, the second volume of Simon Callow’s Orson Welles-sized biography of Orson Welles. Or you could actually get off the couch, go to the movies, and see something inspriational, like Idlewild, Invincible, or Beerfest, which I watched with fellow PopWatcher Scott Brown, both of us laughing helplessly. (Yes, we were sober.)