Ah, here we go again.
Another month, another awards show. But, this time it has a modicum of respect. Oh, don't be skeptical.
Granted, it could be yet another snooze-fest, but I will tune in. And, why not? Jane Lynch could pull it off without making us want to throw a box of old remote controls at the screen. Could happen.
However, I recommend forgetting about the cast of nominees for 2011 and wrap your head around a winner from, oh, fifty years ago.
The incomparable, Raymond Burr, people. The one and only Perry Mason.
Not only were Perry, Della, Hamilton Burger (get it?) and Paul Drake the coolest cats practicing legal shenanigans, they were quite frequently surrounded by a dreamy support cast.
You couldn't toss a silver ashtray or dog-eared law book without hitting some tight sweater wearing, sex-kitten. Every episode had slinky vamps trailing along with men who were chain smoking, martini drinking scoundrels.
They all looked guilty and it was up to Perry to break 'em down on the stand. Good times!
So, forget about the Emmy nominated, Madmen...it's a shallow imitation...mere shell to the black and white mystery-madness of the suave, Mason and his crew.
So, thank you, Erle Stanley-Gardner, for those terrific characters and stories. Oh, let us not forget one of the best theme songs of all time.
See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
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