Some announcements have been made about the Fall Line-Up on NBC. Chuck and Heroes are confirmed to return to our Monday nights. Lipstick Jungle and Life have also been renewed. Scrubs will be moving to ABC for an eighth season. A pilot has been ordered for a spin-off of The Office. Cannot say I think this is a good idea; keep what you have going strong. I will always pick quality over quantity.
But the most amazing, wonderful, God-I-have-been-waiting-for-this, news: Friday Night Lights is coming back after the end of the regular football season (you know the real life one that is all boring and such)! Excuse me, I have to go pass out from relief.
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- I guess you would like to know a little bit about the person making all these proclamations upon good taste and horrid characters. I'm Andrea and when I was 15 I fell in love. An hour after meeting "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" I was forever altered in the way only love can, and I never questioned for one minute afterwards that television offered me an amazing chance to experience lives and moments that I could never imagine. So now, when I'm not getting distracted by my real life, I write about TV. I also read, am finishing a Master's degree in English Literature, travel, am attempting to learn vegan cooking, am the 5th of 6 children, and drive my roommate nuts by constantly cleaning our already clean apartment. Now that we're old friends, time for you to take my opinions as the be all and end all.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
New Show: Caprica
If you want to read some details about the premise of the Battlestar Galactica spinoff (for which a pilot has been ordered) then go to Watch With Kristin, E!Online. It sounds quite good. (Hippie!)
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P.S. I herby officially apologize to my sister for this tiff we got into a couple weeks back about the possibility of this spinoff's existence or non-existence. I was the denying-Thomas and I am sorry. Love you.
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P.S. I herby officially apologize to my sister for this tiff we got into a couple weeks back about the possibility of this spinoff's existence or non-existence. I was the denying-Thomas and I am sorry. Love you.
Battlestar Galactica: Why Are People So Stupid?
Sorry to be writing about this again today (I have something else to be writing for KP), but I cannot help myself when I "stumble" upon BSG articles. And it seems I cannot help but get annoyed. There are two characters disqualified from the "whose the last Cylon" race: Helo and Callie. Way back in Season One Sharon (Helo's wife, not Boomer) tells Helo that Cylons cannot sexually reproduce. The birthing farm Starbuck is held at in Season Two attests to the need for human DNA in order for Cylons to have children. Therefore, the only way that Callie or Helo is the last Cylon would be for the difference between the final five and the known seven to be biological (maybe a better word would be mechanical) rather than ideological (which is how it has been presented thus far). BSG goes out of its way to shake things up, but until they officially change the rules, Helo and Callie are off the table. Get cracking on better theories people.
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Battlestar Galactica: This Is A Boy’s Show?
The big day is closer, and I am not the only one whose anticipation has spilled over onto a web page. (Far from the only one I am sure, but we need not get into my internet-phobias here.) And there is something out there for everyone. For the virgins (KP) there is an video on SciFi.com that in eight (very funny) minutes tells you everything you absolutely need to know in order to start watching on Friday. “What The Frak Is Going On?” is informative, entertaining, and probably guaranteed to convince you of BSG’s worth. For the tramps (me) there are debates and theories and Last Supper recreations. An article I just finished is about how BSG could save your marriage. I (almost) wish I were a virgin again, because the female side was glaringly inaccurate, but if I had never seen the show I would not know that, therefore I would not be so annoyed right now. But the husband/wife debate propelled me to thinking, because it is based on a premise that I would never have thought in the first place, let alone assented to. Who is the nimrod that posited that Battlestar Galactica is a show for boys?
Frak that!
Let me explain something. I have four brothers and a very strong mother. I have believed since birth that women are intelligent, dignified, and honorable creatures; it is only through laziness and abnegation of personal responsibility that to be different from a man means to be less than a man. Do not mistake any of this for Jane-Fonda-women’s-lib-herstory bullshit. I am talking about my inherent worth based on the fact that I am a being created by God with a rational soul. My brothers did not get to have my dolls, but I was encouraged to make use of all the toys in our home: G.I Joe and I were dear friends, Lego open up new possibilities for me, and there was nothing like a Saturday morning in the dirt with Tonka. There has never been a point in my life that I believe aliens, Westerns, guns, or not showering is boy territory. (But really, we should all shower.)
So, can you see why I am a bit confused by this idea that BSG is in a genera for boys? My TV taste has always embraced science fiction, and not just the kind that portrays ass-kicking women. Supernatural is one of my favorite shows, but both of the main characters are male, and quite a few plots revolve around rescuing a damsel. (But did anyone else catch that the actress who plays Ellen on Supernatural was also on an episode of BSG?) My initial reluctance to BSG was not the genera or subject matter, rather it was a result of having seen a few moments of the camptastic original version. Shudder.
I have to say that I think women are intentionally built into the show as an audince. I am not even talking about Starbuck’s badassness, or Sharon’s awesomeness, or Six’s ability to remind all of us that the gym is not necessarily optional. Can you honestly tell me that with the amount of time that Apollo and Helo spend with their shirts off that the producers are not completely aware of just how many women (and gay men) are watching? Those beautiful scenes are not cheep ploys to lure in female viewers; they are proof that the show creators/producers realize that the question of what makes us human (the primary question of BSG) is non-gendered, and will be applicable to and appreciated by both sexes. Therefore they know that they have women viewers who need a little eye-candy to lift up their spirits when things look bleak.
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Frak that!
Let me explain something. I have four brothers and a very strong mother. I have believed since birth that women are intelligent, dignified, and honorable creatures; it is only through laziness and abnegation of personal responsibility that to be different from a man means to be less than a man. Do not mistake any of this for Jane-Fonda-women’s-lib-herstory bullshit. I am talking about my inherent worth based on the fact that I am a being created by God with a rational soul. My brothers did not get to have my dolls, but I was encouraged to make use of all the toys in our home: G.I Joe and I were dear friends, Lego open up new possibilities for me, and there was nothing like a Saturday morning in the dirt with Tonka. There has never been a point in my life that I believe aliens, Westerns, guns, or not showering is boy territory. (But really, we should all shower.)
So, can you see why I am a bit confused by this idea that BSG is in a genera for boys? My TV taste has always embraced science fiction, and not just the kind that portrays ass-kicking women. Supernatural is one of my favorite shows, but both of the main characters are male, and quite a few plots revolve around rescuing a damsel. (But did anyone else catch that the actress who plays Ellen on Supernatural was also on an episode of BSG?) My initial reluctance to BSG was not the genera or subject matter, rather it was a result of having seen a few moments of the camptastic original version. Shudder.
I have to say that I think women are intentionally built into the show as an audince. I am not even talking about Starbuck’s badassness, or Sharon’s awesomeness, or Six’s ability to remind all of us that the gym is not necessarily optional. Can you honestly tell me that with the amount of time that Apollo and Helo spend with their shirts off that the producers are not completely aware of just how many women (and gay men) are watching? Those beautiful scenes are not cheep ploys to lure in female viewers; they are proof that the show creators/producers realize that the question of what makes us human (the primary question of BSG) is non-gendered, and will be applicable to and appreciated by both sexes. Therefore they know that they have women viewers who need a little eye-candy to lift up their spirits when things look bleak.
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How I Met Your Mother (8): Time For Me To Play A Little Catch-Up.
I am going to roll my commentary on three episodes into one post. This might end up a bit out of order.
Last night’s episode might have been a dream come true for some viewers. I have to be honest. I did not watch Doogie Howser, MD. At the time it aired I was only allowed to watch (at night when my parents observed me) The Simpsons, therefore I missed some of the cultural “landmarks” of my generation. No Saved By The Bell or Clarissa Explains It All for me. (For those of you currently pondering why I was encouraged to view the, sometimes, objectionable-for-children material of The Simpsons, all I will say is that I make no apologies for my upbringing.) Despite the blessing of being spared the early 90s, I have of course caught glimpses of Neil Patrick Harris’ infamous sap-fests recorded on ancient technology, so I could laugh out loud with everyone else upon seeing Barney sitting at his computer typing to chiming instrumental music. I have to respect an actor, and a show, that properly utilizes the value of self-parody.
Is Robin right? Do the women Barney seduces have any claim to righteous fury? I cannot feel that sorry for any woman who believes something like “I am the Prince of Norway.” But I do love seeing Barney get slapped; it never ceases to be funny.
There is nothing quite like coming home from an awesome vacation to two new episodes of How I Met Your Mother. And there is nothing quite like the best-friend-smack-down-when-your-being-an-ass. I have always loved Marshall’s quiet and quirky wisdom. He is a better person than me; I would have punched Ted in the face if he told me the story of his Saint Patrick’s Day.
Even though I saw pictures of it beforehand, nothing could really prepare me for the glory that is Barney’s green suit. Even so, the St. Patrick’s Day episode is not one of their best. Personally, I just did not find anything amusing about Ted’s behavior. The point of the episode is perception; at times we see our lives in a way that is incongruent with reality. I know that we were supposed to see what Marshall was going to say before he had to say it, but I found it difficult to watch anyway. Barney being Barney is fantastic, but Ted being Barney is uncomfortable. I have no problem per se with Ted’s tiny existential crisis. I just wish he had recognized he was having it before it got so bad.
But Ted redeemed himself in my eyes in the next episode. His “two minute date” was thoughtful, fun, and charming. That is the sweet Ted I like to see. Also, I found Stella far more pleasant than Eliot. I would strongly suggest a character change for Sarah Chalke.
Britney Spears’ guest appearance has been talked to death. I liked her character, she did an adequate job, and from what I read she was profession and pleasant on set. Enough. There is a prospective guest that we should all be looking forward to with baited breath: James Van Der Beek. Dawson might be making eyes at Robin Sparkle! (The late 90s was my time.)
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Last night’s episode might have been a dream come true for some viewers. I have to be honest. I did not watch Doogie Howser, MD. At the time it aired I was only allowed to watch (at night when my parents observed me) The Simpsons, therefore I missed some of the cultural “landmarks” of my generation. No Saved By The Bell or Clarissa Explains It All for me. (For those of you currently pondering why I was encouraged to view the, sometimes, objectionable-for-children material of The Simpsons, all I will say is that I make no apologies for my upbringing.) Despite the blessing of being spared the early 90s, I have of course caught glimpses of Neil Patrick Harris’ infamous sap-fests recorded on ancient technology, so I could laugh out loud with everyone else upon seeing Barney sitting at his computer typing to chiming instrumental music. I have to respect an actor, and a show, that properly utilizes the value of self-parody.
Is Robin right? Do the women Barney seduces have any claim to righteous fury? I cannot feel that sorry for any woman who believes something like “I am the Prince of Norway.” But I do love seeing Barney get slapped; it never ceases to be funny.
There is nothing quite like coming home from an awesome vacation to two new episodes of How I Met Your Mother. And there is nothing quite like the best-friend-smack-down-when-your-being-an-ass. I have always loved Marshall’s quiet and quirky wisdom. He is a better person than me; I would have punched Ted in the face if he told me the story of his Saint Patrick’s Day.
Even though I saw pictures of it beforehand, nothing could really prepare me for the glory that is Barney’s green suit. Even so, the St. Patrick’s Day episode is not one of their best. Personally, I just did not find anything amusing about Ted’s behavior. The point of the episode is perception; at times we see our lives in a way that is incongruent with reality. I know that we were supposed to see what Marshall was going to say before he had to say it, but I found it difficult to watch anyway. Barney being Barney is fantastic, but Ted being Barney is uncomfortable. I have no problem per se with Ted’s tiny existential crisis. I just wish he had recognized he was having it before it got so bad.
But Ted redeemed himself in my eyes in the next episode. His “two minute date” was thoughtful, fun, and charming. That is the sweet Ted I like to see. Also, I found Stella far more pleasant than Eliot. I would strongly suggest a character change for Sarah Chalke.
Britney Spears’ guest appearance has been talked to death. I liked her character, she did an adequate job, and from what I read she was profession and pleasant on set. Enough. There is a prospective guest that we should all be looking forward to with baited breath: James Van Der Beek. Dawson might be making eyes at Robin Sparkle! (The late 90s was my time.)
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