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Euphoria, a show that is mostly terrible, received an implausible number of Emmy nominations this morning: 16 for what was an uneven, even controversial season. Season 2 was such a mess, in fact, that I swore after its fart noise of a finale that I’d never watch the show again.
To be clear, I would never deny my beloved Zendaya—truly the HBO show’s biggest, most undeserved asset—a nod for her fantastic performance as the addiction-riddled Rue. I’ve been singing Martha Kelly’s praises since she was on Baskets. I would do anything for Colman Domingo. And I teared up alongside Sydney Sweeney and her mom when she found out she was nominated twice, for both intimidating the heck out of everyone in The White Lotus and being a chaos agent as Euphoria’s messiest girl, Cassie.
But for all the good performances that made this past season of Euphoria at least somewhat watchable, and apparently 16 Emmy nominations-worthy, the part that stuck with me most went criminally unrecognized.