A zombie invasion is hitting the small screen.
We might have all been under a tryptophan-induced sleep for the past few days, but the TV world never stopped making news.
It's a good day for action dramas, a bad day for Jewish girls, and another hopeful day for people who want Heroes to be cancelled.
Despite the debacle that is Million Dollar Password, I'm trying to remain optimistic about the fact that they are planning a remake of Match Game for TBS. But if I see spotlights and intense mood music and glitz with levels of money that the contestants can earn by answering questions correctly, I'm so out of there. What I want is a cheesy set, a skinny microphone and Sarah Silverman making Rashida Jones blush while Super Dave Osbourne and Norm MacDonald sit around making lame jokes about wanting to eff Matt Damon or Jimmy Kimmel for that matter. That is what I would call a good time. Comedian Andrew Daly of Semi-Pro "fame" is hosting this potential nightmare in the making and to me that's the worst thing I've heard all day. I didn't actually see Semi-Pro but just hearing that Daly is a comedian makes me nervous. The great thing about Gene Rayburn was that he was charming, but didn't go out of his way to crack jokes, he left that to the panelists and he was just the straight man who laughed at everything, but still kept the ship moving ahead. Hopefully Daly can fill those massive shoes, because in my mind, the host is what will make or break this show. Still, I'll watch, of course, I mean, if only to see what answer Sarah Silverman puts for this one: "The hotdog vendor put the meat in between the ____."
And that's saying alot because I saw Sarah Silverman sing "Amazing Grace" out of her vagina and ass on the Comedy Central autism benefit. But Ashton Kutcher 's creepy little homicidal candy bar on SNL took the oddly amusing cake. Clever idea, I'd love to know which writer came up with that skits, but big extra credit comes up to the person who decided to give Ashton the white clownish makeup. Perfectly creepy. The sketch tickled my funny bone, while preying on my fears of dying from binge eating and being attacked by clowns all at the same time. And as a bonus it wasn't gross like SNL's Activia sketch.
Talk about SNL.
Shaq does something awesome (as usual), and Jeffrey Donovan does something very not awesome (unusual!), but at least James Marsters is in a space suit.
Unlike with the Oscars and other major awards, the Creative Arts Emmys are totally not the nerdy, D-List version of the Primetime (ie "real") Emmys. In fact, this year especially served to illustrate how not televising certain awards live guarantees it'll be much, much cooler than the boring old Standards and Practices-adherent ones. All of media's provocateurs (Kathy Griffin, Sarah Silverman, Trey Parker and Matt Stone) came out in full force, and most of them went home with a statue or two for their troubles. And of course, Mad Men pretty much swept every goddamned thing because, duh, it's the best effing show on TV. After the jump, the highlights of who won what. (For a full list of the winners, click here.)
Kathy Griffin did it. Sarah Silverman did it. Now raunch-tastical comedienne Margaret Cho is throwing her hat into the TV ring with The Cho Show, a reality show airing on VH1 that sounds, based on the description, like a mix between My Life on the D List and Celebrity Circus: "This VH1 series will follow the irrepressible Margaret Cho and her eccentric entourage as she fights to be herself in an industry that in the past wanted her to be something other than herself. The series will touch upon all aspects of Margaret's 'anything goes' lifestyle, from the strained and awkward moments provided by her somewhat traditional Korean parents to the more irreverent and outrageous moments shared with her colorful cast of friends and colleagues."