There is life after Lost (on other dead-end series) for Henry Ian Cusick, a comeback for deranged duo Beavis and Butthead (do we really want them back, Mike Judge??), and an Oscar winner takes a hit at Showtime's Weeds. Not a bong hit as far as we know yet...
In honor of tonight's Bachelorette season premiere, the lady herself, Jillian Harris, participated in a media call to promote the show and I hopped on to hear all about the new season. If you don't remember Jillian from the last Bachelor season, she was the one who just couldn't shut up about hot dogs who placed third in the contest for that dirtbag Jason Mesnick's affections. The call was largely snoozy, but someone did ask her if she had sex with Jason on that gross hot tub night (it wasn't me, I swear) and she freaked out and scolded the guy about propriety and look -- I'm not saying it wasn't a gross and uncomfortable question. But I am saying that when you were a contestant on The Bachelor and you were grinding all up on some guy whose dating a trillion other women at the same time he's dating you on national television and then you prove to be so desperate to remain on television that you agree to grind on more dudes in a hot tub on national television as The Bachelorette, I can see why someone might think they could ask you for the hot tub grinding details, and that maybe you shouldn't be lecturing anybody about what's appropriate considering you participated in two of the most inappropriate television shows ever. That's all I'm saying. Anyway, that was the most eventful moment of the call. She spent the rest of the time talking a great deal about being Canadian and pretending she thinks Jason Mesnick is a really great guy, which he most certainly is not, but you know, she has to say that, I guess. There was also much discussion of hot dogs and her hot dog theory, of course, but let's just get right into the hot tub fight, shall we?
Yes, I know dumb decisions are to be expected from someone who agreed to go on both The Bachelor and The Bachelorette, but this is just the latest one in a long line, so why not talk about it? Our long national nightmare of who's going to pretend to be Jillian Harris's fiancé for a while is finally over, and after a brief farce of a "surprise" appearance by Reid (which actually seemed to take all day to film, by the looks of the lack of daylight shining on them when she finally rejected him), Jillian picked E.D. Ed. Which is fine, I guess. I was rooting for Kiptyn, just because it feels nice to be on somebody's side and he seemed to be the lesser of two evils, but considering this show is the fakest thing in the history of television, it doesn't really matter who she chose in the end, of course.
Every year we start to get excited this time in mid-August because the crisp smell of fall TV is in the air. And while not all that many of the fall shows actually look promising, it's got to be better than most of the dreck that we've been stuck watching since June. This summer in particular seems to have had a lot of duds and disappointments (and very few highlights), so we're extra excited for it to be over. Here's why.