I used to love the Emmys. Back in the day it was aspirational - all of those award-winning television shows we'd eventually get to see on our screens. Usually about a year or two later.
However with the advent of streaming video, torrents - and, it has to be said, the willingness of local channels to get content from the US quickly - those of us who are television fans have undoubtedly seen most of those nominated for the awards.
Which, of course, makes it much easier to look at some of the recipients and wonder what on earth the voters were thinking about.
And if that wasn't bad enough the sheer snobbery regarding the advent of the likes of Netflix creating their own content is palpable.
Let's start with the latter.
I've had to write some difficult things in my time as a journalist and blogger, but none more so than my thoughts on Consent: The Louise Nicholas Story.
How do you review something which tells a story so abhorrent, troubling and indicative of an ongoing societal problem in a television blog? I don't think it's possible.
So my apologies - I'm not going to be spending too much time on the actual show itself, more around the issues it raised and my experience of watching it.
That's not to say it wasn't brilliantly done - it was. And Michelle Blundell, who played Nicholas, was exceptional. But right from the start it was one of the most uncomfortable things I've ever watched.
It's fair to say I wasn't looking forward to The Kick last night. The whole idea had me perplexed. There's no shame - or originality, come to that - in making a film about a huge sporting moment.
But three years seems like a pretty short time to be making one about Stephen 'Beaver' Donald - even in rugby-mad New Zealand. Hell, Invictus took 14 years to see light of day.
There's are probably more people with the original game on their MySky boxes than those who watched TVNZ's semi-fictionalised version of Beaver's rise and fall from public grace before his ultimate redemption against France at Eden Park.
And even more who already knew how it was going to end - how couldn't you if you've lived in New Zealand for more than a day since the 2011 World Cup final?
Leaving that aside, however, what of the movie itself?
One of the greatest films of all time, The Shawshank Redemption, has an ending that doesn't fit with the rest of the film.
The last shot - Andy Dufresne and Red about to meet up again - was a sop to audiences who didn't like open endings - the original finale was Red sitting in a bus. We were to make up our own minds what happened next.
It's an ending that director and script-writer Frank Darabont didn't want. It so infuriated legendary British film critic Mark Kermode that he edited his own version of the film without the scene in it.
Having watched the finale of Nothing Trivial I have sympathies for Kermode's position.
I am a huge Nothing Trivial fan and, while it was not a perfect show by any stretch, it was great New Zealand comedy drama that deserves its place in our television history.
I know because I’m just an image at the top of the page to you all, some of you feel you can criticise with impunity.
But sometimes it’s nice for me to be able to look in the mirror without wondering whether Anonymous of Whanganui thinks I’m a d**k with no sense of humour.
So, in a brief attempt to appease those who suggest I’m a little bit too negative, today’s blog is going to be incessantly positive.
Unfortunately, largely due to the sheer amount of reality shows and unfunny comedies we’re served up, we’re going to have to take a little jump back into the past.
I think most attempts to rank television shows are somewhat futile - tastes change, shows which were groundbreaking in their day become dated and, at the end of the day, it’s just someone’s opinion.
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