Quick Catchup
The impending holidays have made the TV schedule (and mine, frankly) a little scattershot, so here are a few highlights from the past week or so, Mile-a-Minute style - 60 words per show.
Battlestar Galactica: Had high hopes for this ep, as it’s from a killer Buffy scribe, Jane Espenson. Check out her blog if you’re interested in Buffy, writing or Los Angeles lunch locales. Anyway, she didn’t disappoint, as the death of a fairly major character made us grapple with her feats and flaws. Kind of like what makes this show rock every week.
Saturday Night Live: A start-to-finish failure. Sketches generally less funny than the ones on Studio 60. Weekend Update went by without a laugh. While amusing, the re-edit of the Apocalypto trailer was swinging at a softball (Mel Gibson Jewish jokes are getting pretty gamey). The one funny thing was Gwen Stefani’s parody of a pop song. Mashing yodeling and rapping? Hilarious! Oh, wait…
Friday Night Lights: Wherein the broken record continues, droning on and on about how damn good this show is. And how no one’s watching. However, NBC’s moving it to Wednesday starting Jan. 10 – which is good, as the perpetual motion machine called American Idol hits Jan. 16, sure to destroy everything in its path. Anyway, last night’s Lyla-centric ep was another standout. Watch!
Top Chef: Note to Mia and future reality show contestants who volunteer to quit to save another team member: don’t. Despite what your stuck-in-a-kitchen-for-weeks or stranded-on-an-island-for-months or whatever-the-next-public-humiliation-is addled mind might think, it isn’t noble sacrifice. It’s losing. After a profane rant about selling drugs at age 11 and that’s why her canapés sucked, Mia quit to spare Elia. Whatever… loser. Bye.
Battlestar Galactica: Had high hopes for this ep, as it’s from a killer Buffy scribe, Jane Espenson. Check out her blog if you’re interested in Buffy, writing or Los Angeles lunch locales. Anyway, she didn’t disappoint, as the death of a fairly major character made us grapple with her feats and flaws. Kind of like what makes this show rock every week.
Saturday Night Live: A start-to-finish failure. Sketches generally less funny than the ones on Studio 60. Weekend Update went by without a laugh. While amusing, the re-edit of the Apocalypto trailer was swinging at a softball (Mel Gibson Jewish jokes are getting pretty gamey). The one funny thing was Gwen Stefani’s parody of a pop song. Mashing yodeling and rapping? Hilarious! Oh, wait…
Friday Night Lights: Wherein the broken record continues, droning on and on about how damn good this show is. And how no one’s watching. However, NBC’s moving it to Wednesday starting Jan. 10 – which is good, as the perpetual motion machine called American Idol hits Jan. 16, sure to destroy everything in its path. Anyway, last night’s Lyla-centric ep was another standout. Watch!
Top Chef: Note to Mia and future reality show contestants who volunteer to quit to save another team member: don’t. Despite what your stuck-in-a-kitchen-for-weeks or stranded-on-an-island-for-months or whatever-the-next-public-humiliation-is addled mind might think, it isn’t noble sacrifice. It’s losing. After a profane rant about selling drugs at age 11 and that’s why her canapés sucked, Mia quit to spare Elia. Whatever… loser. Bye.
3 comments:
If only they had been able to give Cat Cylon-baby blood, she might have survived.
I'm glad Mia is gone. PSYCHO! She went from previously selling drugs on the street to currently doing drugs in the kitchen.
Frank: If I had a nickel...
Valerie: Hell yeah. Also went from fairly annoying to nails on a chalkboard with that chalkboard being driven through your skull grating.
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