"No Zen for Daddy," is how Detective Charlie Crews summed up his feelings for his estranged father way back in the pilot episode of Life. Crews has had plenty of antagonists, both personal and professional, to deal with since then, leaving his parental issues simmering on the narrative back burner. But ever since the bare details about an upcoming episode featuring Charles Crews Sr. were leaked online, fans of the show have been wondering: who's going to play the dad, and what'll happen when they finally meet for the first time since Charlie's release from prison?
One of my favorite new shows last year was Life, starring Damian Lewis (Band of Brothers) as an L.A. cop who was wrongfully imprisoned for 12 years, and upon his release won the right to rejoin the force (as well as a big cash settlement). So when I had the opportunity to jump in on a conference call with Lewis, Sarah Shahi (who plays his recovering alcoholic partner) and show creator/writer Rand Ravich, I jumped at the chance, and learned some interesting things about Season 2... and about the actors themselves. For instance, Shahi used to be a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, and Lewis used to be British! Who'da thunk it!
I'm clearly not alone. It seems that moneyed asshole-centric programming has reached new heights, as one can see by not only the overarching success of the aforementioned shows but the slew of new ones filling up the fall calendar and beyond. There is, of course, the much anticipated return of 90210, some scripted series called Privileged, that reality Devil Wears Prada knock-off Stylista, and the requisite parade of E! specials that will doubtless document the excesses of the young, rich and annoying in that special way that only E! does.
So NBC has announced its new fall schedule, telling us when America's favorite shows -- including Heroes, The Office and 30 Rock -- will return, and when the new shows (Talking Car 2.0, Christian Slater vs. Evil Christian Slater) will debut. But my attention is zeroed in on one date: October 3. That's the night I get my Life back. I loved the first (short) season of the show, in which Damian Lewis (Band of Brothers) returned to the police force after 12 years in prison for a crime he didn't commit, and can't wait to see how he applies his Zen philosophy to a full second season. Got 8 hours? Watch the first season, starting with the first episode, after the jump.
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…rerun! In anticipation for New Year's Eve festivities you can either watch yet another Ryan Seacrest-hosted event with uncomfortable D-list celebrity banter, freezing strangers wishing a "Happy New Year" to other strangers, and pre-recorded performances from pop stars, or you can watch something good. (That said, if this year the clock strikes midnight and the zombie apocalypse unfolds on live television and you're watching one of these old TV episodes instead, we sincerely apologize for making you miss it.)
Catch up on a show you (along with pretty much everyone else) missed the first time around.
Though Marc Cherry's Devious Maids may be a bit of an on-the-nose tribute to his wildly successful Desperate Housewives both in title and structure, the new Lifetime series' pilot was far better than most of the latter-day Housewives episodes. Maids is funny, dark and stars four Latina women -- if the rest of the series follow the pilot's lead (and after watching episode two, "Setting the Table," I'm optimistic it will), Lifetime will have something worth watching other than Dance Moms and How I Met Your Mother reruns.
The E! Upfront felt very true to the E! Network brand -- the red carpet was fenced by fangirls and boys screaming at the top of their lungs whenever a new celebrity arrived, the party's decor was like being inside of someone's swanky living room, the presentation was completely phoned-in and all of the big E! stars left within an hour of the party (sadly, the Burning Love gang never even showed up)... save for Ryan Lochte, who was too engulfed in a sea of drooling women with camera phones (present company included) to escape with the rest of his new coworkers. Compare this to the Bravo Upfronts presentation, where there were at least a few risks taken programming-wise, and then the Bravo party, where those no-good reality stars at least stayed well into the night -- though realistically, they were probably contractually obligated to. But still. It was way more fun and better planned.
Nobody gives massages like J.Love gives massages.
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