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Post-Emmy Revelry

Post Emmy parties fall into two categories.

Parties thrown by companies that don't have actual, um, TV shows, pull out all the stops to score big name talent to perform and invite way too many people in hopes the fire marshall will shut it down which the press will duly report the next day which increases their hipness quotient tenfold.

The TV Guide magazine party at a too-trendy-to-live club in Hollywood, promised Pink, who did finally show up long after we had ceased to care. The back room in which Pink performed was so jammed they wouldn't let anyone in until a corresponding number of people left. Even the cast of "Scrubs" had to wait in line.

We didn't see a lot of Emmy winners at the TV Guide party. Jerry Bruckheimer stopped by; he told us he was surprised to win his fourth Emmy for "Amazing Race" -- we like to think he was saying he knew this past season wasn't up to par.

Hugh Laurie -- who wasn't even nominated this year for "House" -- was there, shuffling around like he does at every event at which we've ever seen him.

James Denton was being interviewed for TV Guide Channel by Kim Caldwell, whose hair is back to an interesting shade of peroxide.

The room where Pink is supposed to perform, in the back of the club, was jammed with female predators writhing to disco music, while waiters and waitresses walked around with trays of Nicole Ritchie food portions.

Overhead, screens flash pictures of TV Guide covers and what seem to be party sponsors, including Hanes and Orville Redenbacher popcorn.

A guy standing nearby starts to tell a pal: "So my friend gets out of rehab and it's his first Hollywood party..." only, grievously, he's interrupted by some guy who we're sure we are supposed to recognize but we don't, who's screaming at the crowd that this is the only after-Emmy party that matters.

He also claims this party has the most sanitary portable toilets in the history of TV, or maybe it was the magazine, or perhaps Hollywood. Anyway, we'll take his word for it that they're pretty clean; we're not going anywhere near them since the club itself is one of those places you're not sure you should touch the walls. The guy also gives a shoutout to TV Guide Channel which, he explains is a channel for people who like to watch people on TV talk about other people on TV. It sounds like he was dissing the channel. We give up and leave. Matthew Perry sighting on the way out, which is a shame.

Waiting in the valet parking line for the car, we hear the Entertainment Tonight/People magazine party at the Mondrian Hotel, featuring Prince performing, was shut down by the fire marshall. We instead head straight for the HBO party.

HBO's party, at the roomy Pacific Design Center in West Hollywood, is more civilized in that you can have an actual conversation and there's enough room to move so you're not afraid you'll puncture someone's saline implants with your pen while trying to make your way to the bar.

HBO having actual TV shows, there are plenty of HBO Emmy winners with whom to chat. O.K., some of them don't really want to chat with the press. Like Jeremy Piven, who finally got the Emmy he so richly deserves for playing a Hollywood agent, in "Entourage."

Backstage at the Emmys, Piven talked about what a stretch the character is for him, but in truth he's typecast. At the HBO party, a couple reporters hover nearby in hopes of a word with Piven; he carefully avoids them, talking only to the starlets clustered around him and his mother, who was his date to the trophy show.

Paula Abdul is there too, in a gorgeous dress which she unfortunately skanked up with pounds of what looks like home shopping network jewelry.

"Elizabeth" star Helen Mirren had taken off the stripper shoes of which she spoke backstage at the Emmys, and put on something more comfortable. She showed us the shoes which actually look more like hooker heels -- enormous clear plastic platform numbers that added to her height considerably, which, she said was the point. She got them in Hollywood for under $50 bucks, she said. They look it.

Another "Elizabeth" Emmy winner, Jeremy Irons explains to us that the calibre of questions is only slightly less depressing backstage at the Oscars than it is at the Emmys. Reporters seem only to want to know the inane stuff, he says, though you can steer the conversation if you have time, he added.

We, of course, knew he would not have been given more time backstage at the Emmys, having learned during a mid-week walkthrough of the trophy-show setup at the Shrine Auditorium that winners herded through the General Press Room would be clocked with a watch and cut off at 5 minutes.

By Lisa de Moraes  |  August 28, 2006; 7:42 AM ET
Categories:  58th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards  
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Hey, Pookie, why isn't this blog listed on the homepage with all the others?

My only comment -- I'd wish people would chill about that stupid 'Lost' skit. Hypersensitivity gets on my nerves.

Posted by: Phil | August 28, 2006 5:54 PM | Report abuse

Whew, another reporter who isn't afraid to carp about inane round-up questions! Some of the stuff said in that press room, I agree, was mind-numbing just listening to it. Nice job, Lisa! here's my own wrap-up of the press room:

Matt Webb Mitovich,

Posted by: Matt at | August 29, 2006 11:32 AM | Report abuse

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