This remains completely unbelievable. This is clearly your show. Starring all of your boyfriends. And all of your girlfriends. Living in your house. On your shore. For now. (Thanks for the tip, Edith.)
You Be The Blog: The Prisoner Did you guys watch The Prisoner last night? I don't have much to say about it, although I do kind of like how it was much darker than the original series. And Ian McKellen sure loves cake, huh? Loooves cake. What's your guys's favorite kind of prison cake?
Every few years, popular culture passes out of its old phase (acid washed jeans) and into its new phase (pepperoni P'zone). Right now, we are clearly living dick deep (sorry, but appropriate) within the Era of the Douchebag now. It's not just that the douchebags have gotten their own uniform (Ed Hardy), or their own odor (Axe), or their own drink (Miller Chill), or their own tan (fake), or their own music (Nickelback), they're even getting their own TV shows. We've already seen the rise of Tool Academy, and there was the little talked about but much-doucebaggy Is She Really Going Out With Him?. And now MTV is at it again with a new show called Jersey Shore, also known as Douchebag USA, or Douchebag Ground Zero, or "home" (if you are a douchebag yourself). It's really only a matter of time before they get their own TV station. 24-hours a fuckin' day, brah.
Jersey Shore promo, or as I like to call it, HARBINGER OF THE TIMES, after the jump.
In this morning's Entertainment News, both Matthew Perry (The Whole 10 Yards, Serving Sara) and the comedy team Thomas Lennon and Ben Garant have secured pilots for new TV shows. It's a feud! I mean, it's not a feud, but we can pretend it's a feud. PUNCH HIM! KILL HIM! So, here is Perry's new project, from the Hollywood Reporter:
Perry, who turned 40 in August, conceived the comedy, in which he will play a self-involved manager of a second-rate sports arena who begins to re-evaluate his life on his 40th birthday.
And here is the new project from Lennon and Garant, also from the Hollywood Reporter:
Clearly, this is your sitcom. "It just speaks to me." That's what you tell your lady friends over lunch at an outdoor cafe with a bottle of the second cheapest white wine on the menu. Oh, btw, you are a woman, and that is why this show speaks to you, because it is just telling it like it is. FWBW, says your sweatshirt. In any case, the "Vodka and Fudge" mousepad is going to take 4-6 weeks to ship to your house, but it will be well worth it, because then all the other girls in the secretarial pool will know that you have something that you actually care about. That your life has depth and meaning.
Look, Flavor Flav on TV is like eye sausage. (Eye candy is for baby eyes.) It's satisfying and bad for you, and you do NOT want to know where it comes from. "Well, first we take this drug-riddled, borderline-retarded casing, and we stuff it with ground up racial stereotypes." STOP! Just put the sausage in my eyes! (That is what she said, because she is so confused about how "it" works.) But as great as the Flavor Flav eye sausage (it really is a gross metaphor and it makes me barf every time that I type it) has been so far, the latest Flavor Flav eye sausage (shudder) might be a sausage too far. From the Hollywood Reporter:
The original basic-cable ladies man is teaming with producer Eric Ortner to shop a new series to networks in which he returns to high school to receive his diploma.
Yiiiiiiiikes. No, sure, yes. There's absolutely no way that this could possibly be anything other than uplifting and positive, I'm sure.
Teacher: I'm sorry, Flavor Flav, but you got an F. Flavor Flav: Why you sorry? F is my favorite letter because it is in my name twice! FLAVOR FLAAAAAAAAV! Teacher: OK, well you got a Fail. Is Fail in your name? Flavor Flav: HAaaaaAAAAAAAAAA
I'm pretty sure producer Eric Ortner recently changed his name from Michael Bluth, because he's made a terrible mistake. This is the best part, though:
[Julie Klausner is a former writer for Best Week Ever with Paul F. Tompkins and author of the forthcoming book, I Don't Care About Your Band. She is also Videogum's Senior Melrose Place correspondent, but today she analyzes the first episode of Courtney Cox Arquette's new show, Cougar Town]
What is funnier than a middle-aged woman who wants and enjoys sex? Literally nothing. It's like a dog wearing a sombrero! Such is the premise of the new ABC sitcom, Cougar Town, Population: Cougars (the subtitle of the show was "eighty-six'd" in pre-production stages). That's right, it was "eighty-six'd." Also, "23 Skidoo!" and "Say, kid! Wanna do that dance where we put our hands on our knees and squat, then alternate our hands to the tops of our other knees?"
In the pilot episode, Courtney Cox-Arquette plays 40-year old Jules Cobb, a real estate agent who moves to Sarasota, which has changed its name to Cougar Town (not really), with her 17-year old son after a divorce. Jules is, to paraphrase Morgan Freeman in The Shawshank Redemption, ready to "get busy datin' or get busy dyin'." Because she's so old, she could easily do both.
Modern Family is one of the most hyped new shows this fall. Did you watch last night's premiere? The show follows three tiers of a (modern) family. There's the middle-class long-married parents of three incipient-teenage children. There's the grumpy patriarch who has remarried a much-younger, "fiery" hispanic woman. And there is the gay son (of the patriarch, brother of the mom) and his gay partner, who have just adopted a baby from Thailand. The cast is decent. The whole thing is filmed in the overused mockumentary style of our time, but the mockumentary style is overused because it works pretty well. The show seems to have pretty much everything it needs to be a great show.
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