More supremely biased primetime Pontification:
Heroes: Still smashing! The heroes are beginning to meet each other. Claire the cheerleader's nefarious "father" is showing his evil stripes – but it was pretty cool how he got revenge on her attacker. Hiro’s subtitled argument with his friend? A hoot. Hiro’s glee at watching Nathan fly? Hysterical. “Very nice to meet you, Flying Man. It’s okay, I keep secret. I bend time and space.” Wasn’t Nathan’s escape by zooming up into the clouds the Coolest Thing Ever? This show might, just possibly, be the next X-Files.
Dexter: I’m loving Dex’s eager, frustrated, downtrodden foster sister and his sly attempts to help her get promoted. That and the flashbacks with his foster dad display a mighty peculiar, yet somehow still believable set of family values.
And not forgetting our Sexiest Sophomore, Weeds: Consistently brilliant, disturbing and high-larious.
In development news, a shout-out to brave little 8-year-old Bindi "Crocodile Hunter" Irwin, who is going ahead with the nature series that she would have starred in with her dad Steve, before his bizarre, untimely sting-ray-to-the-heart death. I for one will be watching.
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Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Fall TV Season: Part 1
Since I am a TV writer, even if Not Quite Yet Employed As Such, it's high time I opined – Pontificated, even – about the new television season. My observations, forthwith:
(Well, not quite forthwith: lest anyone reading this be of the "I don't own a TV; TV is a waste of my valuable time" ilk, you've come to the wrong blog. TV is Art. A glorious mongrel fusion of the high and the lowbrow. Some of the smartest people alive today are making great TV – TV for the ages. I bow down before them. Fear Factor, I'm not talking about you.)
Best New Series: Ugly Betty. An utter delight for the senses and the sensibilities.
Grossest New Series: Dexter. Gore aplenty. I wonder, though, how the audience can invest emotionally in a guy with no emotions. His plucky foster sister deserves better. And I know they call it "acting," but it'll take a minute to buy Michael C. Hall as a straight man after he rocked 6FU's tormented David for years.
Coolest New Series: Heroes. An impending nuclear apocalypse. A bunch of unlikely superheroes in a race against the clock. I must admit, I can't wait for the next episode.
Best Returning Series: Weeds (also wins for Most Babelicious Leading Lady – that skin! those eyes!). Honorable Mentions: House and Bones.
Oh, how I miss Six Feet Under. That, my friends, was Appointment Television. As was the dearly departed Huff, often for the over-the-top Oliver Platt alone. Is it too late for a Save Huff campaign? I await with bated breath the return of the brilliant The Closer and Saved. I’m even kind of looking forward to a new bout of dyke drama on The L Word. Excuse me, I mean the l word. Let’s just hope that they’ve ditched the World’s Worst Theme Song.
And to take a leaf from Jane Espenson's estimable book, I will now digress and talk about my lunch. I was all set to force down a frozen Lean Cuisine, but something in me rebelled. As Lisa memorably exclaimed in an episode of Six Feet Under, "My humanity just rose up!" Instead I ate a juicy turkey burger oozing with ketchup, mayo, pickles and avocado, with a side of giant, hot steak fries and a large, icy diet coke. A four-napkin lunch. I'm telling ya. Human beings will never settle for swallowing pellets, no matter what those sci-fi freaks say.
(Well, not quite forthwith: lest anyone reading this be of the "I don't own a TV; TV is a waste of my valuable time" ilk, you've come to the wrong blog. TV is Art. A glorious mongrel fusion of the high and the lowbrow. Some of the smartest people alive today are making great TV – TV for the ages. I bow down before them. Fear Factor, I'm not talking about you.)
Best New Series: Ugly Betty. An utter delight for the senses and the sensibilities.
Grossest New Series: Dexter. Gore aplenty. I wonder, though, how the audience can invest emotionally in a guy with no emotions. His plucky foster sister deserves better. And I know they call it "acting," but it'll take a minute to buy Michael C. Hall as a straight man after he rocked 6FU's tormented David for years.
Coolest New Series: Heroes. An impending nuclear apocalypse. A bunch of unlikely superheroes in a race against the clock. I must admit, I can't wait for the next episode.
Best Returning Series: Weeds (also wins for Most Babelicious Leading Lady – that skin! those eyes!). Honorable Mentions: House and Bones.
Oh, how I miss Six Feet Under. That, my friends, was Appointment Television. As was the dearly departed Huff, often for the over-the-top Oliver Platt alone. Is it too late for a Save Huff campaign? I await with bated breath the return of the brilliant The Closer and Saved. I’m even kind of looking forward to a new bout of dyke drama on The L Word. Excuse me, I mean the l word. Let’s just hope that they’ve ditched the World’s Worst Theme Song.
And to take a leaf from Jane Espenson's estimable book, I will now digress and talk about my lunch. I was all set to force down a frozen Lean Cuisine, but something in me rebelled. As Lisa memorably exclaimed in an episode of Six Feet Under, "My humanity just rose up!" Instead I ate a juicy turkey burger oozing with ketchup, mayo, pickles and avocado, with a side of giant, hot steak fries and a large, icy diet coke. A four-napkin lunch. I'm telling ya. Human beings will never settle for swallowing pellets, no matter what those sci-fi freaks say.
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