Monday, February 1, 2010

The Grammys: It takes two to make a thing go right/wrong


Of the major showbiz awards shows, I only watch the Emmys for professional reasons, and at this point I mainly stick with the Oscars for work, as well. (It's a movie awards show, but it's also one of the most-watched TV shows of the year, so I tend to write about it.)

The Grammys, though, I watch for personal reasons. First, it helps me come out from behind my niche-y iPod playlists to get a reminder for a night of what's going on in popular music. Second, I'm a sucker for unconventional duets, which the Grammy telecast has offered up a lot of in recent years. Sometimes, they're incredible (Joss Stone and Melissa Etheridge sing Janis Joplin), and sometimes they fizzle, but they're always interesting to look at to see why one combination works, another doesn't, etc.

Last night, Taylor Swift was the big winner of the night, winning Album of the Year, but she was also part of the evening's most memorably awkward duet, when she teamed up with Stevie Nicks for a medley that included Nicks' "Rhiannon." Swift has carved out a very impressive career for herself by working hard, being very well-rehearsed (see her "surprised" reaction to every single awards victory she's had in the last year) and understanding her strengths (personality, songwriting, stagecraft) and weaknesses (limited vocal range). Placed next to Nicks, and handed a song that wasn't written with her skill set in mind, Swift gave the kind of performance where, if it had happened on "American Idol," Paula Abdul would have started her comments by telling Taylor how pretty she looked.

Hey, it happens, and on balance her night worked out very well for her. So, for those of you who also watched last night, what were some of your favorite and/or least favorite performances, and why?

Lost: Return to Craphole Island is imminent

My "Lost" preview column - inspired in part by my decision to re-watch the pilot on Friday for the first time in years - will be posted tomorrow morning. I haven't seen the premiere in advance(*), so we'll see how much physical and mental energy I have on reserve tomorrow night at 11 p.m. Ideally, I'll power through and stay up to write my premiere review, but it may have to wait until Wednesday morning.

(*) Once again, let me remind you of the No Spoilers section of the commenting rules around here. Between the four minutes of the premiere that leaked online, the screening of the premiere's first hour in Hawaii on Saturday, and the promo shown during last night's "Desperate Housewives," there's a lot of potential season six spoilage out there, and I want absolutely none of it discussed here. Got me?

In the meantime, I heartily endorse heading on over to A List of Things Thrown Five Minutes Ago to read Isaac Spaceman's latest "Previously on Lost" post, his inspired semi-regular recap of all the weirdness out there on Craphole Island. (Here's last year's version, which may be the pinnacle of this particular gag. And here are the first and second versions.)

At one point, I had contemplated doing a Great Moments on "Lost" post with tons of Hulu embeds in time for the premiere, but other things got in the way, and it feels like something that, if I do it, feels more appropriate for right before the finale. After the jump, though, I've got one of my favorite "Lost" scenes, and one that's fairly unheralded because of the character involved. From season 2's "The Other 48 Days"...



Yes, Ana-Lucia was pretty justly unloved (and the Tailies turned out to be a waste of time), but that's one helluva scene between Michelle Rodriguez and Brett Cullen. And, in retrospect, Ana-Lucia's question about the Army knife has a lot more resonance. (Is that the first reference on the show to the military having once been on the island?)

Too much work to do today and tomorrow, but I'm sorely tempted to just camp out in front of my laptop and watch highlights from the previous five seasons.

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