I have to say, as someone who used to be a big ole, stupid fan of Oprah's mid-afternoon talk show, this season has been...crazy disappointing. From Whitney! to Mackenzie Phillips! to Mike Tyson! to Sarah Palin! It's just one ratings stunt after the other. So, the "breaking" news that Oprah is taking a bow from her daytime show in 2011 (less than two years away), didn't disappoint me nearly as much as it once would have.
When we rejoin our heroes the top 5 chefs are getting ready for their most difficult challenge to date. Everyone is being sweet and and talking about our inspirations when Eli does something that I cannot abide.
The bitch misquotes "The Princess Bride".
Sofía Vergara, 37, was on ABC's The View yesterday morning to talk about her job with the show Modern Family and ended up further entrenching my belief that The View and its guests are in need of some sensitivity training when it comes to rape. First, we had the whole rape-rape/Roman Polanski/Whoopi debacle, and now we have Vergara, our normally beautiful and ever so endearing Vergara, joking about her son being the product of her rape at 13.
So, it seems Heidi and Spencer aren't content acting like the worst-matched couple in reality-television history on "The Hills" alone each week and would prefer to "branch out" to a show of their very own. Because, OH YES, that's precisely what this world needs: a little more Heidi and Spencer.
The writer, obsessed with quality hour-long dramas, sits glumly on her couch. She is certain that just last week she was enjoying a sexy and socially aware period series, but it now all seems increasingly vague and far away. AMC, the benevolent network, reassures her that there is something to fill the void.
I know, you are thinking "I could have sworn Sarah just said Danny DeVito was doing a nude scene" but I must have read that wrong or possibly I am dreaming.
But no. It happened. It is true. Danny DeVito is branching out. In his mid 60's he decided to do his first nude scene.
Before we begin out weekly Top Chef recap I would like to apologize for anything you read below that doesn't make sense. I caught my daughter's cold and then I walked around in the rain and then I went to an ice hockey game so I am currently all hopped up on goofballs. Cold medicine makes me silly.
Also, I don't think "Strip Around the World" is going to mean what I think it means, but a girl can always hope.
Let's get on with the show.
So, I watched Taylor Swift host Saturday Night Live last weekend and I thought she did a pretty good job.
Of course, this is the kind of confession that's going to get me shunned by my peers, banned from certain websites and dropped by all my Twitter followers that aren't porn. (Thanks for sticking with me, '@Watch_me_ride_me_Misty.")
America means many things to many people, but to those who know and love it best America means the world's finest TV shows about aliens. As last week's rapturously received premiere of V made clear, Americans just can't get enough of things from outer space who want to invade, share, hide in or otherwise disrupt our personal space. It's a key element of the rich tapestry of American history, right alongside muscle cars, democracy, professional wrestling and deep-fried everything. U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
Sterling Cooper is dead! Long live Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce!
Also, the most depressing sight last night was during the AMC promo for all of the cool stuff coming in 2010, including a new season of Mad Men. NEXT SUMMER. After I peeled myself off the floor and wiped the snot off of my face, I flailed, punching the air and cursing the cable TV gods for feeding me crack rocks in the form of quality programming and then making me go a year in between hits. JERKS.
A couple of weeks ago I was having dinner with a few parents of teenagers, and the subject came up of how to better understand our kids. We all agreed that besides reading their diaries and tapping their cell phones, it was important to try and delve a little into their world for clues - what music do they listen to? What shows are they watching? Where are they hiding the beer?
One more week, gleeks. With the recent release of Glee: The Music, Volume 1, I'm sure many of you obsessed fans have already determined your favorite Glee numbers. I know I have, so I've compiled a list of what I think are the best and worst numbers so far this season.
Come on, Top Chef! Why do you mess with me so? I turned on my television last night ready and waiting to see Padma ordering room service. I saw the teaser last week. I knew what was coming.
But no, I was slapped down. Instead you gave me a reunion show. Well, sort of a reunion show, but less coherent. You called it the All Stars Dinner.
Heidi and Spencer Pratt, aka Speidi, are one of two of the greatest traffic accidents going on reality television these days, and by "traffic accident", I mean that I love to watch The Hills just to see if Spencer is still wearing that completely ridiculous, oversized cowboy hat and if Heidi will invite the neighbour kid, Enzo, over for Spencer to throw golf balls at again.
It all just goes too far, though, when they are hybridized with reality television's other greatest traffic accident, Jon and Kate Gosselin.
I wasn't too much older than my kids are now when I had one of the great formative experiences of my youth: the original broadcast of the miniseries V in 1983. To call it awesome was to understate the nature of awesomeness — giant spaceships, alien subterfuge, the Beastmaster hisself fighting for the forces of good, and HOT ALIEN BABES WHO EAT RATS. For those of us who sat rapt with attention for night after night after night of this true miniseries event (remember when they had those? and it actually meant something?) watching this stuff unfold, it was life-changing stuff.
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