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July 2008 Archives
Ohhh y'all! Project Runway season five premieres tomorrow on Bravo! I don't even know if I'm ready yet! Like, really. After watching some of the clips we have up on TWOP featuring the new cast, I can't help but think this season's hopefuls are a little . . . bland. Like how the majority of them answer the question "Who's the best-dressed person on TV?" with the brown-nosiest reply ever: "Heidi!" And cop to "guilty pleasures" involving, um, watching Top Chef. As Mindy points out, "that's not a guilty pleasure, 'tardos." That's called damned fine television. So far my favorite is Kenley because she wears a hat and says she loves the aesthetic of Blair from Gossip Girl and, honestly, reminds me a lot of last season's Kit. Otherwise it's sort of yawnsville as far as I can tell. No Christian Sirianos in this bunch. (See clip below to relive and revel in his greatness.) But I think I'm always reticent to let go of the ghosts of P-Runs past on the eve of a new one... until I start getting sucked in to the drama and it becomes my life again.
Or webisodes... I'm not picky I'll take either. Between the strike and the normal summer hiatus, we've been chomping at the bit to see any little glimpse of our favorite shows. The Office, Heroes and Rescue Me have responded by giving us minisodes and webisodes to hold us over and keep our interest until they finally return. Here's our list of other shows currently on hiatus that should do the same... and stat.
Oh, please, no. Don't call Fox's exciting new fall drama Fringe that scary word. You know -- the word that sends so many otherwise open-minded viewers racing for the remote.
The G word. The SF word. The F word. (No, not that F word.)
Yes -- as J.J. Abrams (Lost) and other Fringe producers admitted Monday in headlining the Fox portion of this summer's Television Critics Association press tour -- their new show is about speculative science getting out of control thanks to wanton corporate experimentation. Dead people talk, and lovers' brainwaves merge, and all sorts of other not-quite-reality is laid out amid shadowy conspiracies and kick-ass action.
My husband is really going to think I am a witch now. Though I'm guessing if any supernatural powers were at work with this one, they would have been generated from one Mia Michaels. Anyway, I've been hoping that Jessica would suddenly and miraculously just disappear from So You Think You Can Dance (Mia just made scary mean comments about how she was dragging Will down), and now she has. According to Fox, Jessica has left the competition because of an injury. The details are vague, though apparently it is on the advice of her doctors that she not continue, but producer/judge/ax man Nigel Lythgoe promises that Jessica (aka, the Mare-maid here in the TWoP offices) will have a chance to tell America what happened on Wednesday night's show. In other related news, Comfort is back. Though that's really got to suck for her. On the one hand she's got a second chance and can maybe wow America and the judges (however unlikely that may be). But on the other hand it is like, "Oh, you got eliminated, we showed your highlight package, you got your hug from Cat and now you're back and presumably have to dance with the amazing dance god that is Will (and have you seen his abs)"? Yeah, I feel for you Comf. Here's hoping you at least you pull hip-hop out of the hat.
Today the first Heroes Webisode premiered on NBC's website, and it's about a mailman. Excited yet? Well, what if I told you that this mailman could yell really loud -- so loud that dogs don't want to mess with him and shadowy government organizations do want to mess with him? And that said organization dispatches some sort of snake man, who looks like the Conundrum from The X-Files if he had all of his tattoos removed, along with most of his skin's pigmentation? Now you're interested.
While I was sitting in the theater waiting for Hellboy 2 to start this weekend I was subjected to some "commercials" that promised a behind -the-scenes look at such quality films as Death Race and The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants sequel (Sadly, I'll probably see both, but didn't need an "inside look" at either of them). Among these commercials was a peak at Battleground Earth. No, it isn't a sequel to the John Travolta Scientology debacle. Instead it is an environmentally friendly reality show that pits Tommy Lee (not Tommy Lee Jones, skeezy Tommy "I used to be married to Pam Anderson" Lee) against rapper Ludacris, and it's for this network that I didn't even know I had on my cable box called Planet Green. (They've also got a show with Adrien Grenier, who knew?) It features Ludacris and Tommy Lee and their respective "Eco-rage" (short-hand for eco-friendly entourage) members facing off in tasks that will make our world a better place to live. I was going to make a joke about how them not making music anymore would be a good start, but then I realized that I own CDs by both of them so I'm going to shut up about that now.
Kath & Kim: Lost In Translation?
Anyone who's a fan of the hysteri-effing-cal Australian comedy Kath & Kim -- for the uninitiated, it's sort of like the Aussie Absolutely Fabulous, only with tract housing and malapropisms galore -- probably has mixed feelings about the fact that NBC is attempting to pull an Office on it, ie import it and Americanize it for U.S. audiences. (Molly Shannon and Selma Blair star as the titular mother-daughter characters, respectively.) After watching the trailer [via Oh No They Didn't], I'm more than a little worried that some things just don't translate.
Dear Shonda,
It's been a while, but that's because your show has actually been kind of pretty good lately. Thank goodness for that whole writers' strike mess, right? Anyway, I heard that you'd been considering killing off Katherine Heigl's character on Grey's Anatomy and just had to drop you a note to say that I'm behind you all the way if you choose to go down this path.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not a bloodthirsty person, I don't need her to have a helicopter dropped on her head or anything like that. But killing her off would solve a lot of problems, and by offing her instead of sending her off to New York or something, you wouldn't have to worry about her begging to come back two years down the road when her movie career has fallen flat and she desperately realizes what an idiotic mistake she made badmouthing the hand that feeds her.