Back to the links today to fill your Thursday with chewy goodness of nonsense:
And if we’re talking about nonsense, there’s no better place to start than with Jon and Kate. Holding TLC accountable for the Jon and Kate Gosselin fiasco is a slippery slope, even though it is, at the very least, partly true. What is cut and dry is holding ABC accountable for giving Kate a guest-hosting gig on The View this fall. It seems to go against everything the show is supposed to be about. If Jon’s little tryst hadn’t happened and her marriage hadn’t fallen apart to the tune of huge ratings, she wouldn’t even be bumped on The View, let alone be a guest, let alone be a guest host. And by all means, Kate, leave your kids in the hands of someone else for a week while you hang out in New York. Although since Jon lives there now, maybe they can spend the week with him. What a mess.
This is exactly what
Jason Bateman says he doesn’t want to happen — but I’ll do it anyway. I’d say the
Arrested Development movie is in trouble. Well, maybe not trouble, but it just doesn’t sound like there’s as much going on as there was over the winter. The script isn’t written, the cast doesn’t appear to be signed and the schedules haven’t been worked out. All of these people have other projects going on, and both Bateman and
Michael Cera are in high demand.
Will Arnett just got a new pilot and
Jessica Walter is a star of the new 90210, so it’s got to be hard to get all of these people together. And let’s just say
Mr. F isn’t clearing her schedule to show up. The movie was supposed to come out next fall, but you can probably kiss that good-bye.
George Michael will have a
receding hair line when the movie opens and Maebe will already be divorced with two kids.
More manufactured hype! Avatar tickets selling now is treatment that should be reserved for the biggest movie of all time — do we really want to bestow that honor on Avatar four months before it comes out? This seems like it’s gonna be a Broadway play, sold out for the first two weeks before the hype dies down.
It’s time for me to grow up and get over the
MTV Video Awards. Yeah, I’ll still probably watch. But after last year’s craptacular, I’m fine with letting it go. The guest and performance list is rather pedestrian, unless you’re a big Jay-Z fan. Which I am not. Bringing
Russell Brand back to host set off whatever the opposite of shockwaves are, there have been bigger ripples from skipping rocks in a pond. He seems like a funny enough guy in the movies — surprisingly decent in Forgetting Sarah Marshall — but his schtick has a two-beer tolerance level. After that, you’re wishing for a slow, painful death every time he says, “right.” Which means you want to kill yourself about 17 billion times in a matter of two hours. It’s like watching Gilbert Gottfried on PCP.
You would think a
9/11 benefit concert next month in Central Park could generate some bigger names. Gavin DeGraw isn’t exactly doin’ it for me. Didn’t do it for me in 1999, either.
Is anyone else over Steve Spielberg? Yeah, I’m still holding a Crystal Skull grudge. But check out his IMDB page — what’s the last thing he directed that makes you jump up and say, “Oooooooo, that was effing fantastic!” You like just about everything, Crystal Skull being the exception. But there’s nothing exceptional since Saving Private Ryan, and I’ve got a laundry list of complaints with that movie anyway. Last Crusade is probably the last thing of his I really, really liked. And his producing credits are a joke. One money-making sellout project after another. So my reaction to seeing him making some pirate movie from a Michael Crichton novel is to scratch my butt because it’s itchy today and move on.
It’s impossible to get excited about the Wall Street sequel with Shia LaBeouf in the Charlie Sheen role, even if Susan Sarandon seems like a slam dunk. It’s just impossible. Hopefully Dr. Cox comes back to make fun of him and call him “buddy boy” about a trillion times.
A pox on all of you not watching Rescue Me. Instead, you watched Royal Pains? Or even Pawn Stars? C’mon! You, umm, you know Pawn Stars isn’t really about porn, right? That it’s just a play on words? And The Next Food Network Star? Sheesh. Every day, it’s more obvious reality television could very well be society’s downfall.
You can start a big argument in the film geek universe when asking who makes better retro soundtracks, Quentin, Wes Anderson or Cameron Crowe? There is no right or wrong answer, it’s much like music taste themselves. It depends on what kind of drug mood you’re in. If you feel like shooting up heroin one day, Quentin’s your man. If you feel like taking ecstasy, dancing around in your room and reciting every word, Crowe’s the man. If you want to smoke pot and just hang out, that’s Anderson. Discuss.
Here’s the smart way to do things — don’t give away secrets from the season finale before you can get the viewer answers by watching the show. 24 effs this up all the time by underestimating its fans. Oh really, we’re not supposed to know Jack Bauer lives through his health problems when you already released the fact that he’s signed on for season 8? Duh. But good move by Fringe — I don’t want to deduce that Olivia is fine and dandy from some leaked pictures. I’d like to wait until the season premiere Sept. 17.
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Back to the links today to fill your Thursday with chewy goodness of nonsense:
And if we’re talking about nonsense, there’s no better place to start than with Jon and Kate. Holding TLC accountable for the Jon and Kate Gosselin fiasco is a slippery slope, even though it is, at the very least, partly true. What is cut and dry is holding ABC accountable for giving Kate a guest-hosting gig on The View this fall. It seems to go against everything the show is supposed to be about. If Jon’s little tryst hadn’t happened and her marriage hadn’t fallen apart to the tune of huge ratings, she wouldn’t even be bumped on The View, let alone be a guest, let alone be a guest host. And by all means, Kate, leave your kids in the hands of someone else for a week while you hang out in New York. Although since Jon lives there now, maybe they can spend the week with him. What a mess.
Is anyone else over Steve Spielberg? Yeah, I’m still holding a Crystal Skull grudge. But check out his IMDB page — what’s the last thing he directed that makes you jump up and say, “Oooooooo, that was effing fantastic!” You like just about everything, Crystal Skull being the exception. But there’s nothing exceptional since Saving Private Ryan, and I’ve got a laundry list of complaints with that movie anyway. Last Crusade is probably the last thing of his I really, really liked. And his producing credits are a joke. One money-making sellout project after another. So my reaction to seeing him making some pirate movie from a Michael Crichton novel is to scratch my butt because it’s itchy today and move on.
It’s impossible to get excited about the Wall Street sequel with Shia LaBeouf in the Charlie Sheen role, even if Susan Sarandon seems like a slam dunk. It’s just impossible. Hopefully Dr. Cox comes back to make fun of him and call him “buddy boy” about a trillion times.
A pox on all of you not watching Rescue Me. Instead, you watched Royal Pains? Or even Pawn Stars? C’mon! You, umm, you know Pawn Stars isn’t really about porn, right? That it’s just a play on words? And The Next Food Network Star? Sheesh. Every day, it’s more obvious reality television could very well be society’s downfall.
You can start a big argument in the film geek universe when asking who makes better retro soundtracks, Quentin, Wes Anderson or Cameron Crowe? There is no right or wrong answer, it’s much like music taste themselves. It depends on what kind of drug mood you’re in. If you feel like shooting up heroin one day, Quentin’s your man. If you feel like taking ecstasy, dancing around in your room and reciting every word, Crowe’s the man. If you want to smoke pot and just hang out, that’s Anderson. Discuss.
Here’s the smart way to do things — don’t give away secrets from the season finale before you can get the viewer answers by watching the show. 24 effs this up all the time by underestimating its fans. Oh really, we’re not supposed to know Jack Bauer lives through his health problems when you already released the fact that he’s signed on for season 8? Duh. But good move by Fringe — I don’t want to deduce that Olivia is fine and dandy from some leaked pictures. I’d like to wait until the season premiere Sept. 17.