Sinise: "It's a look at military families and military life, the Iraq war and the integrity of the people that I know that are serving that; I responded to positively and wanted to support that."
I despise the political pundits who think that they alone are entitled to comment on things politic. They claim Jon Stewart invaded their turf by interviewing Jim Cramer.
Just as accountants get swamped at tax time, I've noticed a severe spike in my creative patients' career anxieties during this annual frenzy of award nominations.
Little wonder that Tina Fey says she would've been frightened to work on the original SNL. It wasn't for the faint-hearted.
From Vince's comeback, to Turtle having sex with Jamie Lynn Sigler, to next season, to Ellin's own run-in with the New Orleans' Police -- I spoke recently with the director of Entourage.
I've wanted to salute Tina Fey for two weeks -- since the Emmy Awards when I heard her acceptance speech -- I've been waiting for her to cool off.
In sixty years there's never been worse hosts. Suffering through that excruciating opening was like reliving my Uncle Lou's 75th birthday party at Sr. George's Smorgasbord.
No other award I'm aware of gives out multiple recognitions for the same performance. It's like the actors are cashing the same check multiple times.
For the first time in Emmy history scripted basic cable series broke through into the category of Outstanding Drama Series, with nominations for Mad Men and Damages.
Hell, boil the message of The Wire down to one word: appearances. More important than doing the job is the appearance of a job well done.
The political system in this country, ruled as it is by a punditocracy and consultantocracy, would have been threatened by someone who owes them nothing.
For those of you who have been reading this column long enough, you may remember a fun set of columns (Part 1 and Part 2) I wrote last year, giving my...
Apparently, Fox considers the idea that mothers oppose war is just too obscene for America's virgin ears.
Mom told me to buy a tux, I finally did, and there I was: stuck in the endless limo line leading to L.A.'s Shrine Auditorium, home of the Emmy Awards.