Until this year when the alarmingly good
Memo to television executives everywhere: You can relax. Netflix will not be running the world any time soon. I don't know what the execs over at the high-octane streaming service thought they were watching when they saw "Orange Is the New Black," but I, like most critics, thought I was watching comedy.
A dark comedy, a sophisticated comedey, an at times uncomfortably and even scary comedy, maybe even a drama-comedy (although that is perilously close to "dramedy," a word that should not exist), but a comedy nonetheless. And one I fully expected to clean up at awards time.
Which it did not at the Golden Globes, and may not at next year's Emmys if Netflix sticks with this unfortunate decision.
Showtime's submission of
Netflix is entitled to submit its shows any way it desires, and the line between drama and comedy grows blurrier every year;
Or maybe those of us who thought of "Orange" as a game-changing comedy were just watching it wrong. How embarrassing.