Do Not Disturb may very well be the first show axed this season, though Fox refuses to come right out and say it. Instead the network is just politely saying that the tedious comedy has been pulled from the lineup for next week and replaced with an episode of 'Til Death. Note to Jerry O'Connell: If your show is being replaced by 'Til Death, its time to start asking your agent about new jobs. Sure there is a minuscule chance that the ratings for the inexplicably popular 'Til Death will tank and Fox will decide Disturb wasn't such a bad option. But that's not going to happen. Networks hate to use the canceled word. Shows are just "shelved" instead, and occasionally the additional episodes are aired on a Friday night at 2 am, so they can say they aired them for contractual reasons or whatever, or so the one fan out there will be happy and stop sending emails to the network president. So Fox can call it whatever it wants, but it seems that Do Not Disturb isn't likely to disturb viewers Wednesday nights any longer. Oh, and can someone give Jesse Tyler Ferguson a job on a good show? Please?
I'm so confused! Is Fox a soul-less trash receptacle for right-wing news media and dehumanizing reality shows or a haven for groundbreaking comedy programming? Maybe, like that Young Republican you dated who could simultaneously defend Scalia and crack jokes that made you pee, it's a little bit of both?
It seems the suits over there are finally coming to their senses, because The Hollywood Reporter is dishing dirt that the network inked a first-look deal with the one and only Jason Bateman to develop a slew of new series. This two years after they cancelled the Bateman vehicle (and stroke of comic genius) Arrested Development. But now the B-Man -- who recently directed the pilot for the new Fox comedy series Do Not Disturb and will lend his voice to the upcoming Mitchell Hurwitz cartoon chucklefest Sit Down and Shut Up -- is back in the saddle.
I know I'm partially to blame for the enduring success of The Hills and its respective "stars," being that despite my incessant rants that nothing ever effing happens on that show, I continue to tune in week after week, perhaps operating under the misapprehension that the one time I miss it will be the time producers finally decide to unleash a shitstorm. That said, I can't help but be infuriated by the fact that these bland tanorexics keep making money for doing essentially nothing but acting -- I use the term with no small sprinkling of irony -- like themselves. Say what you will about L.C.'s crappy fashion line -- at least it requires some measure of effort. Sure, it's unlikely she actually designs any of that ugly poo herself, but the whole endeavor is based on the idea that she has an actual interest in fashion and might have, at one point, drawn a sketch. The girl does, after all, attend fashion school (sometimes).