Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
- The Onion's AV Club choo-, choo-, chooses 15 Simpsons episodes that defined their era (it frightens me a little to think about the fact that I watched the premiere of the show when I was a senior in college and I will be taking my five and seven year old to the movie next week.)
- And speaking of Simpsons, VH1's Best Week Ever picks the 10 best Simpsons endings. My five-year-old daughter drew me a picture of spider-pig with Homer and Marge tonight and forced me to go to Burger King so we could get talking figurines of Lisa, Chief Wiggum, and Krusty (alas, no Ralph), so Fox marketing folks, you've done your job well.
- Here's a list Barney would love...Modern Drunkard's 10 greatest alcohol advertising icons of all time. Duff Man was robbed.
- Some fella picks the 10 greatest fictional bands and leaves off the Party Posse and the Be Sharps.
- And I am running out of clever Simpsons references, so I will leave you with the New York Post's top 100 cover songs, EW's top 25 love songs and Blender's list of wacky cover versions.
- One last one...you may have read that Oprah tops the list of the highest paid TV stars (she made a cool $240 million last year), but how about the fact that Judge Judy clears $30 million a year?
(Incidentally, I still don't have tickets. I will hopefully not make the same mistake when tickets for the SYTYCD tour go on sale.)
In related bizarre theories, at least one columnist claims that Lohan's DUI arrest and related shennanigans will actually boost the box office of I Know Who Killed Me, her stripper thriller which arrives in theatres (unscreened for critics) today. Of course, I rather expect another film will be soaking up much attention this weekend (I'm sure a spoiler thread will go up after someone here has seen it).
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
This week's outcome, to me, is a no-brainer. Half of that outcome is long overdue -- as I've noted previously, certain long-term partnerships have protected certain dancers much longer than was warranted based on individual talent (alas, poor Hok, how I miss you already) -- and the other half, while a shame, is the right decision this week.
One unexpected standout for me: I had assumed that I'd climb my soapbox tonight to plead with America to finally send Lauren home this week, but man did she dance her ass off, both in the Sparks routine and in the solo. And as best I can tell, this competition is the girls' to lose, unless Mia really does get the chance to tear Danny down and rebuild him from scratch.
More importantly: tour dates! tour dates! Why is there no Manhattan show?? Do I have to set foot on Long Island for this? Now Boardwalk Hall, there's an idea.
Tom, I have a some questions from a viewer in New York: Who is this smarmy asshole? Why am I not watching a quickfire and an elimination round? What idiot came up with this tedious filleristical substitute for a Top Chef entertainment formula that I've (almost) reliably come to enjoy? And FFS, is that a laugh track!?!! Oh. My. God.
I object. I object. I object. Listen, Bravo, reality TV is cheap to make. You do not, under any circumstances, get to do a clip show. Bunch of freaking punks.
Here's another note: If and when I want to relive zany moments from the last two seasons, I'll go to your freaking website.
Were [Selig] the commissioner of baseball rather than the owners’ representative in their ongoing leverage games with the MLBPA, Selig might have taken this opportunity to shift the focus from allegations to facts, from speculation to celebration, from off the field to on it. Barry Bonds may not be a sympathetic character, but he has done what Betancourt, Franklin, Rincon, and Mota haven’t —urinated in a cup for four years and not been suspended.
Rather than issue a press release that effectively threw Bonds under the bus, and backed entirely by the available facts, Selig could have stood up and said, “We have the toughest testing program in professional sports, one that has not only caught a number of steroid users, but has also served to all but eradicate the use of PEDs in our game. Barry Bonds is one of baseball’s greatest players. I can do nothing about the opinions of others, but I can stand by our testing program. I wish Bonds all the best as he pursues what may be our game’s most cherished individual record, and I look forward to being in attendance when he makes history.”
This would have changed the narrative. This would have put the nominal commissioner of baseball in a position as the game’s cheerleader, its greatest fan, its biggest supporter. It’s the kind of thing David Stern or Paul Tagliabue would have done. A true commissioner should be a source of positive public relations, but time and time again, Selig has shown that he will denigrate the game and its players in the interests of the 30 men for whom he works. His actions here are no different from his actions in the labor wars of 1994 and 2002, when the man who inspired the term “anti-marketing” tore down baseball and baseball players as part of a labor relations strategy.
Is anyone ready to cheer for #755 and 756?
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In less serious publication news, The Weekly World News, home of Bat Boy and Ed Anger, is shutting down.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Samberg’s comic sensibility -- a cross between goofy innocence (kick in the groin!) and oddball non sequiturs (kick a Viking in the groin!) -- turns out to be tailor-made for popularity on the Internet. And Samberg has been held up as Exhibit A in every argument about the viral power of the Web. (In the weeks after “Lazy Sunday” hit, YouTube’s traffic increased by 83 percent.) In that sense, casting him in a major studio comedy right now makes perfect sense. He’s hot! He’s big on the Web! The kids love him! But in another sense, being big on the Internet and being big at the multiplex have absolutely nothing to do with each other. The beauty of producing comedy on the Web is that you can do pretty much whatever the hell you want. And you might find a hundred, or a thousand, or a hundred thousand people who share your weird obsession with monkeys or homoerotic pirates. But your jokes will find their audience, if there’s an audience out there to be found.We shall see if the folks responsible for the Natalie Portman rap can handle 90+ minutes, because genre parody alone probably won't be enough.
A studio comedy, however, has to make a lot of people laugh, starting with small, randomly selected groups of people sitting in test screenings. This is why studio executives tend to champion jokes that everyone’s seen before (think of every movie trailer where someone gets bonked in the head), while comedians tend to be drawn to jokes no one has ever seen before ...
And between the Internet and the neighborhood cineplex, the calculus of just how many people have to find you funny changes dramatically. On YouTube, a million viewers is a phenomenon. On pay cable, a million viewers is a critical darling, like Curb Your Enthusiasm. On a network, a million viewers is a disaster. With a movie, it might end your career. “Comedy’s weird, because it’s the only job where the definition is a matter of opinion,” says Samberg. “If you’re a plumber, and you show up and fix someone’s toilet, then that’s proof that you are a plumber. But if you make a comedy, and people don’t think it’s funny, then in their world, it’s disproving your existence. You’re like, ‘Yeah, I’m an entertainer.’ And they’re like, ‘Really? Because I’m not entertained.’ ”
edited to add, Weds 9pm: That no one here has commented on this post suggests that Mr. Samberg may not, in fact, be ready for Friday nights at the movies.
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Monday, July 23, 2007
Orlando Sentinel - At CBS party, previews of "CSI," "Without a Trace," "Cold Case," "The Amazing Race" and more by Hal Boedeker
- Daniel Radcliffe (18)
- Nomar Garciaparra, Monica Lewinsky, and Omar Epps (all 34)
- Marlon Wayans (35)
- Former EW columnist and wannabe gadfly Joel Stein and Allison Krauss (36)
- Charisma Carpenter (37)
- Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Marianne Pearl (both 40)
- Woody Harrelson (46)
- Don Imus (67)
- SCOTUS Justice Anthony M. Kennedy (71)
I'm hard-pressed to think of a more eclectic group of people to invite over to share some cake.
- Joe is a doubting Thomas: This one isn't new. The biblical story is that Thomas didn't believe in Jesus's resurrection until he saw him alive and was allowed to touch Jesus's wounds. In JFC, John, near death, makes Joe heal him by touching his wounds. Joe doesn't believe it, but by the end of last week's episode seems to be coming around.
- On the wall, the man at the wall makes a man on the wall from the circle and line: Meyer Dickstein draws a stick figure with circles and lines in the wet concrete they're laying as the foundation for the shuffleboard court
- The man at the wall makes a word on the wall from the circle and line. The word on the wall hears my father: This one I'm not so sure about. Meyer Dickstein, using only lines and a half-circle, writes his initials -- "MD" -- mentioning that "it's not like I'm a doctor or anything." That could be a reference to Dr. Smith, who looks disquieted while John stands in the distance, unseen by everybody except Steady Freddie and maybe Smith. This suggests that Smith's misgivings may soon be allayed.
- The zeroes and ones make the word in Cass's camera: Cass is moved to tears by the drumming -- the hands and sticks on round drums -- on the footage she shot
- In Cass's camera, Butchie knows Kai has kept the faith: Kai hid Butchie's boards before he could sell them, hoping that he'd clean up enough to need them back
Sunday, July 22, 2007
- New TNT series Saving Grace, which has a meh to bad premise (it's Touched By An Angel crossed with The Closer!), but generates interest off a cast featuring the always good Holy Hunter and supporting turns from Laura San Giacomo and Tom Irwin (Graham Chase!), premieres tomorrow night at 10.
- New FX series Damages, which allegedly, will do for lawyer shows what The Shield did for cop shows, with Glenn Close as a morally-compromised partner at a Milberg Weiss-esque firm investigating Ted Danson as a Ken Lay-esque CEO, premieres on Tuesday at 10.
- After an ALOTT5MA-award winning first season, Sci-Fi's Who Wants To Be a Superhero returns on Thursday night with ten new heroes, ranging from Hygena, who's going to bring a whole new meaning to cleaning up this city, to Mr. Mitzvah, whose vulnerability to non-kosher foods means he'd better worry about the episode where they have to fight giant lobsters.
All have potential to be fixtures around here, and you may want to check them out.