Dear Seth Meyers,
I’m sorry. I should never have doubted you or your Emmy-hosting capability.
On Monday night, you delivered a monologue that forced me to smack my desk in disbelief while I wiped away tears — happy tears from laughing so hard.
“This year we’re doing the Emmys on a Monday night in August, which if I understand television, means the Emmys are about to be canceled,” you opened.
Then, you remarked on MTV’s choice to hand out Video Music Awards on Sunday night, despite the fact that the network no longer shows music videos: “That’s like network TV holding an awards show and giving all of the trophies to cable and Netflix. That would be crazy. Why would they do that?”
Crack the whip, Meyers. “Orange Is the New Black” and “House of Cards” may have come up empty, but that was still one of my favorite jokes of the night.
The best, though, was when you touched on the successes of shows like “Game of Thrones,” which has a habit of killing off its characters.
“When your show starts getting some attention and critical acclaim, kill off all the main characters. Otherwise, before you know it, you’re paying Sheldon a million dollars an episode.”
Your show opener, which walked the snarky-offensive line with the precision of a tightrope pro, steered clear of actors’ personal lives and proved vulgarity and direct-fire insults aren’t necessary elements in a successful monologue.
As the 66th Primetime Emmy Awards progressed, you didn’t need a choreographed opening number to keep me tuned in (no offense, Neil Patrick Harris — you’re great, too). Your witty one-liners, segments like “Questions from the Audience,” and sarcastic introductions of your peers were more than enough to make me stay awake.
Perhaps it was my bitterness over your desertion of “Saturday Night Live” and “Weekend Update” (congratulations on “Late Night”) that forced my initial disappointment in the hosting news, but I’m hoping NBC asks you back again.
Please forgive me.