Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The Shaw Report: The End of an Era?
Secondly, as my subscription ran out back in the spring, EW and I have been estranged for quite some time now. And because I'm a masochist, while waiting for the plane I flipped right away to the Style page and...no Jessica Shaw? Just a tired feature on the red carpet at the Video Music Awards? Whuh? So I flip around frantically until, lo and behold, there's The Shaw Report on the News + Notes page. But now, instead of the usual three-by-three matrix of irrelevance, Shaw has been downsized to a tiny spot in the bottom-left corner and only one category instead of three. (Celebrity Offspring, no less. Girl, please. That's so two months ago.)
Did the editors realize how inane the feature is, and how it offers nothing whatsoever to the advancement of popular culture? I certainly hope so. Because if I wanted to read tired filler features about which citrus fruit is "in" right now, I would pick up an Us Weekly or, if I was feeling particularly shameless, an In Touch. EW gets its share of criticism, but I have yet to find another weekly mag that keeps me as unpatronizingly informed about what's going on. So, thank you, EW, but can't we just get rid of The Shaw Report altogether?
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Mini-Fop
Admittedly it doesn't look like me. But I'm pretty sure I have that sweater. So, you know, it's good to know that even the animated version of myself doesn't set his sights much higher than H&M, too.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Crashvivor
The whole thing just feels kind of icky. The cast members cannot really avoid feeling like they're representing their whole race on national television. And while there will certainly be opportunities for education on racial intra- and intergroup relations, Survivor doesn't really pack the educational punch that a show like Black. White. does. I guess it's not even that important since I haven't watched Survivor since that season where the Mormon girl didn't win, and Brian is the only person I know who still watches regularly. But it's because of these sorts of production ploys that, out of all the long-running reality shows, Survivor always will feel the most gimmicky. Feh.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Summer Movie Bonanza: An Addendum
Fortunately, the next day I cleansed my gray matter with a late-night viewing of Little Miss Sunshine. (And all by myself, might I add, being the trudependent single gal that I am. Holla!) (God, I need to get some.) Little Miss delivered on all accounts, mostly because I don't remember the last movie, especially the last comedy I saw in which I cared so much about all of the characters. None of the characters are remotely perfect, though I should mention that Toni Collette always looks supercute and Steve Carell had a subtle foxiness I've never noticed before. (Anyone agree? No?) Everyone just does such a good job. Admittedly, I felt like it was going into mawkish land, but the bits of darkness and characters prevent a total mushfest. One of the best this year. Suck on that lemon, Accepted.
Friday, August 18, 2006
To Every Season
It's been a summer of good movies (A Prairie Home Companion), bad movies (Poseidon, Stick It), middling movies (The Devil Wears Prada), and those all-too-forgettable movies (Mission: Impossible 3? A Scanner Darkly? Wuh? Did I actually see these?) I, for one, am glad that we can all move into the Fall and Winter seasons that usually offer more interesting fare.
Which I guess brings us to Snakes on a Plane. First of all, I don't know why I was there on opening night, since I never, ever go to movies on their opening nights. But there I was. I have never seen so many scenesters gathered together in York County, Pennsylvania in my life. If a meteor hurled into the theater, there would officially be no "scene" left in all of central PA, which would also have unforseen economic effects on the 24-hour diner and Salvation Army branches. But anyway, Snakes. It was what it was. There is a plane. There are snakes. Snakes biting eyeballs and genitals. Snakes constricting. Snakes [Spoiler!] eating tiny dogs. Snakes delivering comeuppance. The ridiculous factor is high, which, being a vehement snakeophobe, I appreciated greatly. I don't think I'd ever see it again, but it's an experience. It's also nice to see a film live up to its hype. I guess.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
TG + MW 4 Evah
This? Is why I love this man. He also mentioned his disapproval over the judges' decision. I hate how the producers have to throw in at least one mid-season, WTF elimination. (Season One: Alexandra elimmed over Wendy; Season Two: Emmett over Santino.) Now we've jettisoned lovely Alison over godawful Vincent. Le sigh.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Vacay All I Ever Wanted
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Rock of MySpace
Monday, August 07, 2006
Game Show Marathon
Having recently moved into an apartment that boasts, in addition to an empty keg and a nasty ant problem, the beautiful world of digital cable, I have found myself watching Game Show Network for hours and hours on end. Game shows always have had a special place in my heart, since from the ages of about four to eight, I told everyone that I was going to be a game show host when I grew up, to proudly join the ranks of the Martindales and Cullens and Dawsons. But enough about my shattered aspirations. Here is what Game Show Network appears to be offering nowadays.
Match Game
Always a classic. It really makes you long for the seventies, when it was okay to smoke cigarettes, drink G&Ts, and talk with racist accents on game shows. Between Gene Rayburn’s all-around creepiness and Brett Somers’s inability to comprehend her surroundings, the show makes for more than a little hilarity. I would be interested in any good Match Game drinking games, if anyone knows of any.
Starface
One of those unessential, celebrity-themed game shows where all of the contestants seem like they were referred by their agents. Danny Bonaduce's performance as host unsurprisingly falls somewhere between “awkward” and “gravelly”.
Chain Reaction
This is GSN’s heavily advertised update of the ‘80s game show. It’s wordy, so naturally I like it; plus, the theme song consists of detached lyrics and a synthpop beat that has kind of become my jam. It’s an entertaining and stylish little game show without too much gimmick (Russian Roulette much?). Great bonus round, too.
Lingo
Sush and I have a better time playing this game online than we do actually watching it. Those lingo balls still look fun to play with, though. Also, shut up, Woolery.
Password Plus
I have said it before and I’ll say it again: Password is the most boring game show ever to be conceived. The best thing to come out of this show is the Family Guy where Peter goes on the show and tries to describe the word flaming to Tony Randall.
Press Your Luck
And we’re talking the original here, before the whammies were updated to look like cats. My opinion remains the same from when I was seven and used to watch the reruns on
Family Feud
I have a theory that there is a huge game show contestant pool somewhere in southern
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
PR, You Are An Obsession. You're My Obsession.
What is it about this show that is so all-consuming. Why cannot I focus on Mel or Lance or Suri for three seconds on a Wednesday without my thoughts switching over to Tim, Nina and even farty old Michael Kors? Even right now I'm supposed to be preparing for a job interview and my train of thought keeps slipping from "Hmm, how can I compensate for my lack of experience in this field?" to "I wonder who breaks the rules. Maybe someone cheats somehow. Or maybe there's a sabotage move. Or maybe a fight breaks out. That'd be sweet. I hope they show more of Michael tonight because his stuff sure is pretty..." and so on and so on and you get it.
The point is, Bravo has managed to craft television crack. And the crackness can only be applied to this show. It's not like I sit around spending my precious hours wondering if Joanie can overcome her snaggletooth or if the hippies will ever stop mugging. It certainly doesn't help that I have watched every episode of PR3 around an average of 2.4 times.
In my mind, Project Runway is the closest we've come to perfection in a reality show since the first seasons of The Amazing Race and Survivor. My hopes at this point are that Bravo (a) doesn't overexpose us à la The Apprentice what with the new season starting every fortnight or so and (b) doesn't tamper too much with the formula à la The Amazing Race. And please, PLEASE, never do an "all-stars" season. The thought of Santino and La Pepper in the same room is terrifying.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
A City of Justice, A City of Love
1) If you are at all a fan of the show, go see Strangers With Candy. It's no grand work of comedic art, but it's consistently funny with a few fall-over-laughing moments. Definitely better than any comedy a Wilson brother is throwing at you this summer.
2) Vintage store workers in SoHo are the nicest people ever. Well, not really. But compared to the affectations of bitchiness that most vintagey clerks give off, it was very delightful.
3) Wow for art. Those museums are incredible.
4) The weather? She is HOT. So very hot. And I'm not feeling much relief back in Michigan either.
5) Mmm, cannoli.
6) Sushi restaurants are still good even when only ordering drinks and no sushi.
7) Mmm, bellinis.
8) Seriously, I leave my computer and internets for four days and come back only to find I missed the awesomest Mel G. act of atrocity EVER.
There's lots of other good times to mention, but I think part of me just melted, so I should attend to that.