Oh, I'm an old fart, but I find the entire approach to this year's show so off-putting. All that "reality tv" jump-cutting for the 50 introductions at the top, well, you couldn't drink and watch the screen (and who can watch this damn thing without drinking?) And the Bachelor-ette-whatever host. Bring back anyone else. What a sexless noodle. To add to the sexless male tone, we have Clay Aikin to croon for us. Gee, I wonder if he'll date any of the losers?
Plus, whassup with the large SNAKE like lighting effect, over the stage? How tacky. But then, tacky is the theme--look at the black cocktail dresses -- many of which look like they'r from from a community theater production of NINE.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling