Everybody stand clear — Next TV writers Daniel Frankel and David Bloom are thinking.
DANIEL FRANKEL: Happy Dog Days of Summer, DB. Feels like only six months ago that they were handing out Emmys to a record-low TV audience of just 4.3 million viewers. As it turns out, because of the Hollywood guild strikes, it was only 180 days ago — January. So here we are — Emmy season again. And what a cleanup for FX/Hulu, with Shōgun and The Bear taking 25 and 23 nominations, respectively, and FX getting 93 nods altogether — two more than HBO. Variety editor Cynthia Littleton called it “validation” of Disney’s “high-wire act of producing and commissioning content tailored to audiences around the world.” But I wonder if anyone beyond Variety and Disney/FX/Hulu care about Emmy nominations these days. Me? Twenty years after its landmark debut, my wife and I watched Lost for the first time ever this week. (I know … I know … shameful, especially since we chose instead to get way into The Apprentice back in ’04.) I don't believe this show rose to the level of an excuse to give J.J. Abrams and David Lindelof carte blanche to make two decades of bad TV and movies, some of them involving important franchises. But I can tell four episodes in that Lost, winner of 10 of its own Primetime Emmys, is an achievement for a lost era of broadcast television.
