Previously, on ER. . .
ILRT4Y readers would know what just happened. What comes in this installment will be a bit of a softer side of the Waldorf/Brett persona, if only for a fleeting second or two. Most of the “good” television (for major networks) displays during the evening hours of Thursday evenings, where armies of demons battle against strange time traveling events, dna evidence, and Michael Scott. It’s truly a battle for the hearts and minds of the television viewing audience, and why they couldn’t have done this for a Tuesday or a Wednesday I have no idea, but I am sure some savvy marketing guru with a finger on the pulse of demography knows his shit very well. All I have to say is Thank Hitchins for Hulu, Netflix, and the availability of some shows n Network Websites. If I did not have these resources, my DVR would commit suicide with so much pressure with the options of what to record. That’s silly, robots don’t have emotions, except for the few angerbots on talk radio, of course.
ABC, 1-2-3, baby you and me. . . Give us the goods. We get FlashForward, a mind-bender I think, based on the novel of the same name by Robert J. Sawyer. It seems kind of “Lost-ish”, which could work for it or against it. The premise is that a simultaneous event occurs, blacking out everyone for a period of time where they see their lives six months in the future. During the blackout, people who are controlling things let those things go out of control, like planes, trains, and automobiles. And monkeys. Anyway, a lot of death occurs in the blackouts and the survivors are looking forward to seeing if those moments will really come true. It would be cooler if we blacked out for 8 years starting in 2001, but what an incredible shock we’d wake up to today, although I don’t think there would have been as much of a mess. Good cast, decent premise, I’ll give it a go and keep you posted. At 9 and 10, ABC delivers two more shows that I won’t watch – Grey’s Anatomy and Private Practice. Or Young Doctors in Love. Let’s just say that an episode of Spongebob Squarepants has more plausible plotlines than these two cockamamie meditations on doctors being in love. If it weren’t for Kevin McKidd, who was wonderful in both Rome and Journeyman, two shows that ended before their time, I’d pan completely. But I won’t, because it’s not the CW. Lost comes back to us midseason, and if the rumors are true, I can’t wait to see the redesigned skylons and sleestaks. Sounds like a greasy meal from Waffle House. “I’ll have the Skylon and Sleestak Special. Smothered and chopped, please.”
CBS is feh/meh for Thursday. Survivor:S’morea is more of the same, only in the land of chocolate. CSI gives us another year of living in the crime filled Vegas. Good thing so many of the vics and perps spew their DNA around everywhere. Hey, what happens in Vegas, can usually be picked up by intense UV light. The Mentalist is good and funny, but I think the novelty has worn off and I suspect that this could be the year for Psych to really hit it big, much like Pepsi-Kona. Overall, 2/3 ain’t too bad, but they are mostly around for the nights when the other networks are showing repeats and it’s too damn cold/lava-filled outside to do anything else but vegetate.
Okay, I will pay attention to you now, The CW. You have my attention with The Vampire Diaries and the waxing of Supernatural. Kevin Williamson returns to the small screen. He’s the guy responsible for Scream, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and Dawson’s Creek. Yeah, that guy. The guy responsible for the pairing of Cox and Arquette. GET HIM! It’s about twin vampires, one good and one evil. Okay, I’m bored already. Lemme guess, they are named Cain and Able? No, actually they are named Stefan and Damon Salvatore. Not like the Salvatores from The Great American Family Road Trip or whatever it was called, but close as in they were monsters, too. The show has Ian Somerhalder and Steve McQueen (the grandson of Steve McQueen – the badass who can cross Europe on a motorcylce in five minutes), so. . . I don’t know what that means. DVR it? Sure. A prelude to Supernatural’s possible last season. I love this show. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the music. Maybe it’s the whole mythology of monsters, angels, and demons. Maybe it’s the weird twists it takes. Sure I can do without the campy episodes and the Linda Blair guest roles, but overall, I do like the show. Yes, I know, it does have a degree of cheese and melodrama, and sure it IS just as bad as a daytime drama at points, but it knows that and it makes fun of itself, which is always a plus in my book. They may not always get the mythology of certain creatures, creations, or legends right but that’s sort of the fun, the twists and turns. I believe you can catch previous episodes online, Netflix, or even Hulu, so you might want to try to catch up a little bit. Good news for Mischa Collins fans, he’s no longer recurring and is a regular. More good news – Mark Pelligrino has been cast in a very cool role. He’s that character actor who always seems to play a somewhat normal fellow with a psychopathic edge. While I will probably be out getting my groove on or puking in a bucket thanks to chemotherapy on Thursday nights, I will give The CW priority.
Fox gives us the creaky old Bones, a show that jumped the shark two seasons ago, and Fringe, the non-X-Files show. Meh and feh I say. Meh and FEH!
NBC, the little network that abused us with bad shows on the promise of its past promises us funny Thursdays. Can we forgive them for Boston Commons, Buffalo Bill, Madman of the People, Jesse or Stark Raving Mad? My logic and reasoning screams at me not to, but my heart says yes, after NBS has reconciled its faults with the delightful ensemble comedies 30 Rock, The Office (which I daresay is as good, if not slightly better than Ricky Gervais’ original). Parks and Recreation tries to capture the same spirit as The Office but sadly falls flat. Community looks promising, though, without me explaining or giving any evidence. I am going with my gut on this one. And it’s a big gut.
ABC’s got nothing of interest for me. The Supernanny can bite me, I am raising my little monkeys just fine and I don’t care how others raise their children, just keep them quiet at the movies, the restaurant, and Walmart. I don’t want to see the process, I want to see the freakin result. Ugly Betty is still wearing those damn ugly glasses, and while slightly amusing, it’s not worth an hour of my time on a Friday night. I’ve got important stuff to do. Very important. . . stuff. Where was I?
CBS is still trying to revive a dead show in the name of Ghost Whisperer. I don’t even want to think about that damn show. Until those ghosts are chasing Shaggy and Scoob through an abandoned mine shaft, I’ll pass on the James Van Der Pragh “reality Fiction” based bullshit nonsense. Instead I’ll watch something on SyFy, which has just as much credibility as GW. It makes me want to skip Medium, which moved from NBC’s ever shifting scheduling to CBS’s craparama Friday nights. While I have a bit of a mancrush on Jake Weber (mostly for his turn in the remake of Dawn of the Dead with the running zombies) and on Patty Arquette (True Romance), I find the plots a little numbing, but not always. It’s worth the space on the Tivo/DVR. Then it’s NUMB3RS. I get it! There’s a number in the name! So it’s actually pronounced NUMBTHREERS, like the movie SE7EN should have been pronounced SESEVENEN. A cop and a mathemetician walk into a bar. The bartender asks what can I get you? The cop says a beer, the mathemetician says Pi! HARDEEHARHAR!!! LAFF RIOT. Okay, so the show has nothing to do with that bad joke, but I thought I should ass it in anyway, for sake of nonsequity.
FOX brings in Brothers, starring Michael Strahan (former NFL “star”) and Daryl Mitchell with CCH Pounder and Carl Weathers. Annnndddd, that is the extent of my knoweldge on that show. ANYhoo, it comes on before FOX tries again with ‘Til Death. Fox, come here, I want to tell you something. There’s nothing you can do at this point. I know, I know. Under ObamaCare I am required to talk about end-of-life care, and it’s just ‘Til Death’s time to go. We’ve done all we can. We put it on hiatus, we juggled the characters, we added a token “funny” African-American character, we got rid of the annoying couple next door, we tried everything we could possible do to make it work, but the patient is terribly terribly ill, so we just need to say our goodbyes and try to make the sitcom feel as comfortable as possibly, mmkay? In a surprise move, Fox greenlit another season of Dollhouse. I’m surprised. Don’t get me wrong, I like Dollhouse and most things Whedon. I stuck through the first few episodes, waiting, like everyone else, for the good ones, and I’m glad I did. I do want more Alpha, though. Not as an occuring every week type of villain, but as a menace that lurks, kind of like a phantom. Only not sucky. Anyway, kudos to FOX for allowing Dollhouse to grow richer and develop into the show it should be.
NBC is Law & Order and Southland, two shows I wouldn’t watch with YOUR DVR. Pheh.
Yeah, I know I skipped CW Friday’s, but with Smallville and America’s Next Top Model, there isn’t much substance, which is quite like this blog post.
I hope I got my quota of geekchic pop culture references in. I know you’ll tell me
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