Next season: Who killed the people behind The Killing?
Fox is feeling generous this year.
Whatever will we do without Ellis?!
This is obviously the face of someone's that been to Faerieland
Jeez, The X Factor did some serious damage.
My love of Drop Dead Diva is well documented. I should be more ashamed of it than I am (and believe me, I'm pretty ashamed of it), but you know how it is: summertime, lowered expectations, Legally Blonde nostalgia, etc. -- I can't help it! And while last night's Season 3 premiere was just as mindlessly pleasing as this show has always been (minus the painfully lingering Grayson-as-Jane's-soulmate-arc that won't die even though it really should), while watching it I had a lot of, for lack of a better term, "that's so Raven!"-esque moments whenever the episode dipped into its most stereotypically Drop Dead Diva writing and directing wells. There were dozens of these moments last night, but the following are the eight most prominent.
This week we can finally catch up on a few of our favorite British shows about secret identities.
The new boss is in town, but he isn't off to a good start.
Skins, we hardly knew ye.
It's summer, and I have nothing else to talk about, which means it's time to pretend to be serious about Drop Dead Diva again. Don't get me wrong -- I actually adore the show, despite knowing how bad it is for me, it's just that... it seems silly to review a premiere like this. What am I going to say? The writing is still terrible? The acting is still bad? That it still has no right to be an hour long? That the courtroom scenes remain as ludicrous as Legally Blonde's? All those things were true last season, and they were true of last night's Season 2 premiere. You know, Drop Dead Diva just might be the most consistent show on television, when you think about it.