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Thursday, March 6th, 2008

We decide to partake in a week long tribute to the greatest drama of all time after weeks of monotony in the television industry, and sure enough, news breaks on several fronts that interest us. We’ll be discussing The Wire all day tomorrow and next week, but today we’ll post some links and our Survivor recap later today.

First and foremost, It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia is returning for a fourth season. We;re not exactly certain what the delay was, every one we know watches and enjoys it, and that is reflected by the stellar 9.6/10 ranking it has on IMDB. Yes, IMDB people tend to consist largely of teenagers with skateboards and dimebags on their person in school, but it indicates a larger audience than FX could ever expect for such an abnormal sitcom.

I can’t believe this was announced in the same week, much less the same day as It’s Always Sunny’s return, or really I can’t believed this was announced at all: Friday Night Lights is set to be renewed for a third season. How, you ask? Direct TV is going to share production costs with NBC and air the series on one of their selected channels. So not only does the series get picked up, it gets a larger platform. The city of Seattle probably wishes they could be so fortunate with the Sonics.

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There back this summer, long underwear and all.

So that’s encouraging for two of the series’ we regularly review here, could anything beneficial happen to another, making this an extraordinarily good week for television even if it’s a bad week for everything else? Well, looky here: The Office cast is returning to work today. Holy shit, my head’s spinning with good news this morning. Seriously, I’m like Lucille Osterro right now.

Not exactly news, but we loved this feature on one of the blogs we regularly visit. Three critics each picked a show and argued for that series’ status as the greatest television drama of all time. The three shows in question: The Sopranos, The Wire and Deadwood. If forced to choose, and mind you each series has it’s own characteristics that make it better than the other two, we rank them as such: The Wire stay the king, The Sopranos, Deadwood.

If you’ve ever read this blog you could probably guess that, and its not that we dislike Deadwood but after a season and a half of it we bowed out because it struck us as somewhat one-dimensional. The former two series’ have plenty in common but approach them from different angles, we gave the nod to The Wire because it has a wider range of characters, more of an emotional core, and it emphasizes the political, rather than the personal, which The Sopranos does in spades ever so eloquently.

Speculation on whether or not SNL sparked this Clinton surge is rampant. If it’s true, and it certainly looks like it could be, it would represent a new low in American politics. First off, SNL isn’t even remotely funny anymore. They might as well have us watch the last five minutes of Million Dollar Baby on a continuous loop for ninety minutes, because that would be equally hilarious. Second of all, if sketch comedy shows are determining election outcomes then we really need to collectively reevaluate how are leaders come to fruition, because this is getting absurd. Though to be fair, any of those politically oriented sketches were ten times more persuasive than that bullshit ad with the ringing phone.

We’ve actually known about this for some time, as we saw the movie 25th Hour the week it came out. But Isiah Whitlock, better known as Clay Davis, first used his catchphrase, “Shhhhheeeeiiiit” in the Spike Lee film, not The Wire. Does it kill its efficacy? Not really because it seems so appropriate for the character, it’s just another example of institutional bureaucracy.

Finally, a British man has opened the “Tony Soprano Pizza Shop” somewhere in North Hampton. It immediately becomes the best restaurant in its area, not because of its name, but rather because it serves something edible. This might be better than the local McDonalds.

Back with the Survivor recap later today.

3rd Installment of Links

Thursday, January 31st, 2008

Jesus, what a slow fucking week this is. This reminds me of the time when I actually had a social life and didn’t woefully turn to the television for any sort of entertainment, only to be disappointed with my options when I actually did. At least now I know there is nothing worthwhile and have the good sense to not even bother turning to it.

So here it is, presented by default in accordance with my laziness, yet another batch of links. Nothing all that riveting or telling, but when your best viewing option consists of something like a two-hour long television episode about a group of people trapped on a tropical island with a polar bear, then perhaps links about off-screen industry news are for the best.

Montel Williams is leaving his talk show after seventeen years of tried-and-true exploitation. Call me crazy, but I was quite certain he parlayed his talk show into infomercials for pharmaceutical companies and had given up the talk show circuit awhile ago. Either way I could give a fuck, he’ll still be all over Fox News pimping anti-depressants.

The parents tv council (which I refuse to capitalize, because an organization with as much time on their hands as this one should really have a more creative name) is imploring CBS to reconsider airing Dexter on their home network. Supposedly the council is concerned about graphic violence (despite the show and the network already promising to edit the series heavily), which is a new one for them; typically they’re concerned about graphic sex. And while I would like to see CBS relegate Dexter to Showtime, it’s for a completely different reason. In short: that show fucking blows. The plot isn’t so bad, but the acting (from everyone other than Michael C. Hall and maybe the girl who played the doctor on OZ) and the dialog makes me squirm it’s so forced and unnatural.

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He’s just using that knife for debate leverage, we have no idea what these people are worried about.

Gee whiz, it would be swell if HBO thought to greenlight another series not revolving around psychiatry. Judging by these ratings for In Treatment, it might be sooner rather than later. So wait, these ratings are indicating that the average American doesn’t have the patience to watch two strangers talk for a half hour? Wow. I never would’ve figured. But honestly, if the average American’s attention span can’t get him to watch The Wire, then it’s not going to respond to something like a grueling marathon of melodramatic swill that is in Treatment.

A “grow-house” was found in the neighborhood where Weeds shoots all of its offset scenes. Allegedly the plants were worth as much as $8 million. Man, so regularly you hear about marijuana being a gateway drug, but if that is the case, then how are they’re still enough customers to consumer $8 million worth? If everyone is eventually graduating to coke or whatever, then why the need for millions of dollars of weed in SoCal? Also, it might be a gateway drug, but I think that’s more the case with the dealers. Such a high percentage of them seem to delve into more illicit substances after a stint with cannabis.

James Gandolfini went after an aggressive fan, then took a picture with him. While the guy seemed like a baiting cocksucker, we have to wonder about this emotional fluctuation with the actor who played Tony Soprano. I don’t want it to be true but can’t help but notice: clearly Gandolfini is on steroids. That, or he was trying to avoid a frivolous lawsuit.

The LA Times took a beating from its readers emails lamented the paper spoiling Prop Joe’s death on The Wire. Most of the complaints were along the lines of, “some of us can’t orchestrate our lives around a television show to watch a second after its available”. While I can understand this brand of complaint (if there is one show that has the potential to make me homicidal for being spoiled by it, it’s The Wire) that not everyone can watch the new episodes immediately (not me, but you know, other people), the emails used as an example are so high and mighty that I’m almost glad they had “Transitions” ruined. Besides, if you didn’t see Prop Joe’s demise as an inevitability in the prior episodes, then you probably should find something else to watch.

And finally, some old Survivor castaway from a season before I started watching is starting a record label for reality television contestants. Good lord, we always knew 90% of reality show contestants were desperate, we had no idea they were also delusional. Not that the two character traits are always mutually exclusive, but this is a whole new level of delusion we didn’t think possible without being in a straight jacket. Anyone remember David from the Real World: New Orleans season? Yeah, expect more of that.

FNL recap tomorrow.

Wednesday Links

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

Yeesh, still haven’t gotten around to watching Breaking Bad, but man is the suspense building. We’ll probably watch it on Sunday before the sophomore effort in lieu of any football to consume. We did, however, watch Nip Tuck. And after foregoing all recaps from here on out, we felt validated. That’s all we’ll say.

Also, something we discovered recently, the reason we liked the hideously deformed Rachel Ben Nattan character so much is because she is played by Maggie Siff, the same Maggie Siff who played our favorite female character on Mad Men: Rachel Menken. We never would have guessed that. As little as six months ago we’d never heard of this woman, now she’s playing two of our favorite characters on, two of the, roughly ten, series’ we watch.

It appears the Grammy’s are so innocuous now the WGA isn’t even going to bother to picket them. Either the union is getting apathetic, or this should tell us something about the dire state of the music industry. Or the awards handed out at the Grammy’s aren’t reliant on the WGA for creative council. Whatever, I’m too lazy to read the article.

An article making the case for FNL being a commercial failure because they never marketed their product with additional supplemental products such as toys, lunch boxes, etc. Not sure if I really agree with any of this, the series makes the other peripheral products viable revenue options, not the other way around. This is like saying baseball never would have reached its apex without baseball cards, seems counter-intuitive. And secondly, I have a Crucifictorious t-shirt, so to say they haven’t franchised FNL is essentially a blatant falsehood.

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Clearly the problem is the above was never transformed into a Barbie Doll.

In least expected marriage of all time news, Larry Gillard Jr. who played D’Angelo Barksdale on The Wire before his untimely death in the middle of season two, is married to Michelle Paress, aka Alma Gutierrez. Since no one watches The Wire, for you Sopranos fans, this is like Tony Blundetto marrying Meadow.

In one of the more petty, pointless, and ultimately ineffectual moves of all time, the FOX affiliate in Green Bay that airs Seinfeld reruns canceled their syndication for the day Eli Manning would be in town for the playoff game against The Packers. So Jerry Seinfeld sent the wide-eyed quarterback a free box set. It’s a move that almost made me glad the Giants won despite hating the fucking Giants. And the subsequent interference from Seinfeld almost redeems him from the whole cookbook fiasco, despite considering the decision to berate a woman rightfully looking for her fair share on national television to be completely irredeemable. All told, this was quite the enlightening series of events.

And finally, an interview with Linda Cardellini on her stint with the short lived but cult followed and critically praised Freaks and Geeks. We think she’s on ER now or something, but she’ll always be Lindsey Weir to this website. At least until she’s in a Judd Apatow movie, then she’ll be whoever that character is.

Kind of slow ’round these parts. Back with something more invigorating tomorrow.

Odds and Ends

Monday, January 14th, 2008

Great weekend of television. Or rather, a great weekend of football with a couple good series’ on. So many people are skeptical of the McNulty development on The Wire and I’m just not understanding the knee-jerk reactions. We are five minutes into his caper and already people have voiced discontent over its fallacy. How it’s any more farcical than Hamsterdam this website will never understand, but it provides an excellent way for the media to become intrinsically instead of peripherally involved in this season’s arc, and that is what they’ve been so far to the commercial viewer: a distraction to the characters we’ve come to know and love.

Also this weekend Bill Maher’s show returned. This website doesn’t claim any political affiliations in fear of losing half of its already minimal audience, but watching one party set up a forum to verbally berate a single member of the other party is always enjoyable. Maher now brings in some guy from Rolling Stone he refers to as a field reporter or some shit, just to pile on whichever republican has shown up for his medicine. This week it was Tony Snow, who despite still recovering from Chemo treatments stood tall against the semi hate-fueled panel and audience. Seriously, regardless of which side of the aisle you happen to land on, you had to admit being impressed. Then again, debating politics with Marc Cuban probably isn’t a daunting task for a former press secretary. Simply put, if he’s the Dallas Mavericks then Helen Thomas is the San Antonio Spurs.

The Golden Globes took place last night. Not an actual awards show because those who would have scripted it would have been outside protesting its very existence. And since we had absolutely no idea it was taking place, we were surprised to see it being hosted on NBC with two, two person “panels” going back and forth talking vapidly about the winners and nominees in the name of killing time. It was a strange broadcast, and since they were doing much more succinct shows on E! and CNN (NEWS!), we couldn’t really fathom why any one would watch it.

Anyhow, while we were somewhat intrigued by who won, we weren’t too adamant about it since the nominees were so random, at least in the television categories. How can you hold an awards show for television and leave The Sopranos completely off the docket, sans Edie Falco? We have no idea, either. Never the less, it was good to see Mad Men garner recognition for best drama and best actor, for a series that should appeal to everyone with a brain over the age of twenty, maybe it will grow on its already large (cable) audience. Extras taking home best comedy series didn’t come as a surprise since foreign press essentially means European press. But the win was warranted, and we can’t recall Ricky Gervais’ sophomore series being recognized in any awards capacity to date.

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Because of the strike, Gervais managed to avoid all public embarrassments.

A few gripes, namely David Duchovony getting the win for best comedic actor when his series is hardly a comedy. This seemed like a novelty to have him nominated in the first place, and I think we all kind of assumed it was Alec Baldwin’s to lose, or even Ricky Gervais or Steve Carell. For a field as loaded as this one was, seeing the guy from The X-Files win because his show is new kind of cheapens the already cheap award show. Also, we were pulling for Mary-Louise Parker (finally saw the third season premiere of Weeds this weekend, it was…chaotic) in the best comedic actress but can’t argue too staunchly against Tina Fey.

That was the weekend in a nutshell. We’ll try and return this afternoon with something worthwhile.

Tops in 2007, 1-5

Monday, December 31st, 2007

Helluva holiday season this year, we’ve probably been fairly outgoing in the wake of this writer’s strike. And you know what? We don’t like it. Spending time with loved ones, discovering and experiencing new things the world has to offer is overrated if you ask us. Sitting down in front of the television for a five hour binge is generally just as exciting and far more relaxing. Anyhow, onto the rest of the year end review…

5) Extras
Only got better from season one to two and was capped off by an hour and half finale that was as sentimental and introspective as it was hysterical. A sharp turn for a series that’s only dramatic moment beforehand was concluded with a voice mail from Patrick Stewart offering the series’ female lead a role in a soft porn. If Extras taught us anything, it’s that British actors, on a wide scale, are much more self-deprecating than American actors. And that Gervais and Ashley Jensen could both make the transition to dramatic acting and not miss a beat.

4) South Park
Imaginationland! To be frank I couldn’t even remember anything else about the most recent stretch of episodes and had to look it up. There was a King of Kong parody, an oral sex episode that coincided with a mockery of Jesus Camp, a 300 parody, a Guitar Hero episode and several mediocre attempts. But the three part saga that was “Imaginationland” hit on every comedic element possible. From rehashing former characters to absurd scenarios to remarkable likenesses, Trey Parker and Matt Stone proved they still hit more often than they miss.

3) It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia
Sometimes they strive too hard to upset as many people as possible (much like their predecessors at #4) and it cuts into the comedic stylings. But, when it’s working it works better than any other comedy on television. The cast (including Danny DeVito) appears to feed off their apparent synergy more so than any other cast on television since Seinfeld as “the gang” disparages and destroys their lives and the lives of those who dare associate with them. After finishing their third and best season I think this spot is well deserved, if unpopular.

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I’d probably rather cross Chris and Snoop.

2) Mad Men
If it wasn’t for the finale of arguably the greatest achievement in television history this probably would have claimed the top spot. Jon Hamm, Vincent Kartheiser and John Slattery (who was briefly in Charlie Wilson’s War getting brow beaten by Philip Seymour Hoffman, by the way) led the helm of an ensemble cast that’s second to none. Every remarkably imperfect character is capable of invoking sympathy at times and hatred at others, including the protagonist Donald Draper, whose mysterious background and unfolded tale kept the summer television season worthwhile. The atmospheric has paved the way for a new style of television as it focuses on every intricate detail of the life during 1960. All we have to say is the editing team is probably underpaid.

1) The Sopranos
What else is there to say that hasn’t been said? The final scene has been rehashed and debated ad nauseum and in some ways diminished the brilliance of the final nine episodes. From a critical standpoint, the concluding half season of this series is probably the best run they produced (we’d still make a case for the fifth season, but that’s a different post) over the eight years it was on and left the series on an ambiguous high note, probably the only appropriate manner for David Chase to end it on.

That’s it for 2007, happy new years!

Yueltide Links

Monday, December 24th, 2007

We’re at work today and not entirely certain if we were supposed to come in. You could hear a pin drop it’s so desolate in here so we’re assuming we could have stayed home. But no matter, when we have a blog to entertain ourselves with.

Between the holiday season and the strike there has been jack shit on television as of late. On Friday night we got one more Wire special. This one entitled “The Last Word�, a sort of overview of what the fifth season themes will be. It was entertaining and insightful without being filled with spoilers, so that was a quality half hour. Other than that, we’ve taken to rewatching the first season of Mad Men and haranguing those who don’t watch it or The Wire (we get very elitist and self-righteous when we’ve been drinking).

So, yeah, it’ll be similar to this until FNL and Nip Tuck return, and even then we’re struggling for material because we’re not really into either of those series’ anymore. Otherwise we’ve got The Wire on January 6th and a strike with no end date in sight. TBS does have their annual 24 hour marathon of A Christmas Story on the horizon here so things could be worse, it could be a days worth of Deck The Halls. See, there’s always a silver lining.

Onto the short but sweet links…

The WGA fully intends to picket the Golden Globes, which will effectively kill the buzzes of everyone in attendance. Nothing like being the scourge of Hollywood I would imagine. Something tells me that if you fuck with George Clooney while he’s getting his drink on, labor strike or no labor strike, there will be repercussions. We cannot even fathom what Sean Penn is capable of (we really liked both Michael Clayton and Into The Wild, by the way).

Dwight Schrute, or Rainn Wilson, or, if you’d like, the store clerk from Juno (tremendously overrated, by the way) will be following in Sarah Silverman’s footsteps to host the Independent Spirit Awards. If it weren’t for their quirky, untraditional choice of hosts, it’s probably the most obscure show during awards season.


Letterman’s sought after exemption was turned down
by whichever governing body handles such matters. Not that we’re surprised, it seemed like an odd scheme to actually be able to pull off, especially in the public eye. With labor strikes I doubt its common for someone to be able to work because they were popular.

A rare acknowledgment of American Idol’s existence: Ruben Studdard was recently dropped by his record label. Despite winning the contrived game show, his sales have been poor at best and downright inexcusable at worst. This doesn’t come as a surprise, either, we’re pretty convinced you have to be female to experience any commercial success after Idol. And if there is an exception to this, please let us know.

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We’re sensing a trend here.

In the grand tradition of cable channel Christmas marathons for syndicated series’, here’s a comprehensive list of virtually all of them, should you find yourself with nothing to do on the holidays. I, for one, see nothing abnormal or depressing about watching endless hours of Flip That House on TLC.

Denise from Survivor has donated Mark Burnett’s money to an AIDS charity. Regardless of what anyone says, I think this totally redeems her, and I’m not being sarcastic in any way. We’d be happy to donate someone else’s money to needy charities so multi-millionaires can write off the donation.

And finally, we know all of you were concerned about this, but David Chase has won his lawsuit. Yes apparently the courts decided that introducing a series creator to people doesn’t qualify one to receive co-creation credits. Shocking, I know. Anyway, at least now we can all sleep at night.

That’s it until the 26th, merry Christmas (for those easily offended) and happy holidays (also for those easily offended).

Thursday Links

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

These posts keep making it out later and later in the morning and for that you have my apologies. But what I can’t apologize for is the absolute dearth of series’ to write about. So far this week we’ve posted four times, and only once was for something we actually recommended (The Extras finale). So, while our posts might be late, we’re pinning it on a lack of motivation…and mundane paper pushing. Seriously, the posts we write pales in comparison to the paper we move.

Holy fucking Christ yes, this is what we’ve been waiting for: the “official” trailer for the fifth season of The Wire. I guess the other five or so we’re just prep trailers for this one. Some people like to remain completely unspoiled, so if you don’t want to hear anything about the final season, stop reading HERE………Of the four kids, we know at least Michael will be back in full form next season, if I were to speculate, I’d also say we see Dukie, no Namond and possibly Randy, depending on whether or not Carver followed through on his promise to adopt him. Also, Avon’s back, but it looks like he’s still in prison. And if that’s the case, Weebay would be around as well. If this doesn’t make you wish for the new year, nothing will. As a side note, we’ll be in New Orleans for the premiere, and we’ll be running around frantically looking for a television with HBO. Sad, maybe. But at least it’s honest.

Denise, the mulleted lunch lady on Survivor: China lied about her demotion and pay cut at the reunion, and it turned out her transition to janitorial work was actually a promotion. So any field hockey game she missed were of her own volition. To her credit she return the check to Mark Burnett. Damn, if she had said she excepted a promotion that had a marginally improved salary but with shittier hours, she probably still would have been offered that check. Instead she accepted it under false pretenses, and the multi-millionaire gets to keep his 50 g’s.

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“Wait, you mean she was lying?…Well does she still want the money?…I’m not going to a fucking bank, give it to a homeless man or something. Peons.”

Letterman, is returning with his writers on January 2nd. Apparently they’re hoping for a “special exemption” through some loophole the show’s producers may have found, but either way they’re willing to improve the writers salaries as much as the show itself is allowed to do. Letterman must be scared shitless about returning without them.

David Chase has contemplated tears over this lawsuit filed against him. I guess he weighed the positives and negatives and decided against it. David Chase, that’s an emotional guy. We haven’t commented on it yet because it sounds so frivolous, but apparently a New Jersey judge is claiming co-creation of the series because he introduced Chase to some men with mafia ties that served as inspiration for much of the series. While he’s entitled to something, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Chase snubbed him, half of everything the showrunner generated is an absurd request. That’s civil suits for you, though. Ask high, receive a greater sum than you would have if you had asked for a reasonable offer. It’s fucking idiotic. If anything you should be publicly humiliated in some fashion for being so egregious.

We couldn’t fathom such a privileged life when staying in from a booze-filled, elongated awards show is considered a “sacrifice”, but that is exactly the boat most of the actors are in with the Golden Globes. Yes, several of them are going to be so generous to the writers as to not attend an awards show in their name. Guilt has to be the motivating factor in all those charitable donations and philanthropy from celebrities.

Todd from Survivor is humble enough to admit that he isn’t a replica of whose generally considered one of the greatest strategists in the game’s history. I know most of you were thinking he’s exactly like Richard Hatch just like most of you refer to me as the reincarnation of Thoreau, but he’s willing to admit that this is not the case. Also, his last name is Herzog…doesn’t he almost have to be a distant relative of Werner Herzog? How many of them are floating around in the US anyways? Also, that’s a German name. So, that makes Todd a gay Mormon flight attendant with German ancestry living in Utah…be glad you were born in the 80’s Todd.

And finally, its been ten years since Chris Farley tragically passed away. There still has been no one even remotely similar to him and he’s stood the test of time, making him the 90’s Jim Belushi. Go back and watch an old skit as the motivational speaker, the impressionable talk show host, Chips audition or Schmitt’s gay, and all of them are still hysterical and better than anything SNL has put out since McDonald-Ferrell-Breuer all left the show. If there is a heaven, I’d like to think Hartman and Farley are currently doing improv in it.

Back tomorrow with a multiple post day.

Thursday Links

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

We haven’t watched Survivor in enough detail to do a full on, play-by-play recap. And to be honest, we’re really unmotivated to do so, everything about this season is about as spontaneous as an episode of CSI. That is to say, we can see it coming from a mile away. I guess that’s the gamut one runs with reality television, you put a lot of stock in casting and hope it pans out. If it doesn’t then the budget costs were low and they can pump out another season ready for airing in three to six months.

So when in doubt or lethargy, we do how we always do and just doll out some links about nothing in particular and be done with it.

The Golden Globe nominees were announced today, and since this is a TV Blog I’ll try to keep my film critiques at a minimum since it seems like for the most part they got it right. We will say that the bias for late fall/early winter releases is growing tiresome. They gave some love to A Mighty Heart and Eastern Promises, the latter was an alright genre flick. A tad formulaic and didn’t really bring anything new to the table, but certainly engaging, well acted and decently written. But still, it pales in comparison to 3:10 To Yuma and Rescue Dawn. One question though, we haven’t seen it, but is it really appropriate to put Charlie Wilson’s War in the Musical or Comedy category. I guess that “American Pie” song is really influential, even though it is misplaced in this film, considering the song was released in 1971 and the movie is set in 1980. But hey, why worry about semantics, right?

As for the television side of things, no nomination for The Sopranos for Best Drama and Gandolfini for best actor are the most glaring oversights, but as far as everything else is concerned it seems pretty accurate. I have a few nitpicks, such as the actresses on Mad Men (especially Christina Hendricks) getting shut out of all nominations, and Vincent Kartheiser as well. However, the series is nominated for best drama and Jon Hamm got a nomination for best actor, so it all evens out. Sort of. Other complaints like It’s Always Sunny and Curb getting shut out weren’t exactly surprises. The former is probably unknown amongst the international press and the latter wrapped up their worst season to date, despite how great the last two or three episodes were. We try to be realists around here.

In non-award news, Will Arnett is scheduled to be the voice of the car from Knight Rider in an upcoming movie adapted from the laughable classic. He really is just squandering away all that good faith he built up in AD, isn’t he?

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Those-were-the-dayyyyysssss.

Reno 911 is bringing in several noteworthy actors and actresses for their fifth season, I won’t even say their names. As a casual viewer of the comedy, am I the only one who sees this as a bad thing? Usually when a successful series starts bringing in bigger, non-traditional names to generate buzz, it’s when the series begins to decline. See 30 Rock this season. Or so I’ve been told.

The union is starting to cave in on itself and is now pointing fingers. This might signify the end of the working millionaire in Hollywood. We kid, but we’re actually pulling for them to stay on track and not lose sight of the bigger picture. That being, while this strike is going on, that’s fewer coked out wannabe actresses they’re coercing into bed with the “promise” of a line in the upcoming Brett Ratner movie.

Also from the LA Times, several of the late show writers want their employers returning to work so they can lobby for them on a national level. Because right now as far as the rest of the country is concerned, though there is a deficit of quality entertainment (not necessarily a bad thing in this country), this is ultimately a regional/local problem. Any change would probably be for the better, because right now they’re looking to be in dire straits.

To anyone who isn’t a total moron, Kiefer Sutherland getting a surplus of fan mail shouldn’t come as a surprise. Does he have priors or something? How is he getting two months in prison and his 20 something, white female counterparts are rarely exceeding a full day? God. If this was a torture camp he got electroshocked in the nuts and they got off with some minimal water-boarding. We guess it pays to be a whorish, non-attractive, untalented celebrity in this country.

ABC brought the ax down on Big Shots, a tale of four emasculated CEO’s and how they manage to be CEO’s while completely stripped of their manhood. Damn, we really thought that would build an audience.

And finally, PBS is getting into the reality game with an academic tinge: they’re following around the student newspaper at Penn State. Speaking from experience, we can assure you that few things are more profoundly uninteresting, subjective and apathetic than a student newspaper. Never the less, it beats the shit out of American Idol.

Back with a Survivor recap later.

Wednesday Links

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

The post is a little later than usual, especially for the links, because we had a fucking monsoon here last night and it took about five hours to drive three miles because people in Ohio are overly cautious when it comes to moderately severe weather conditions. Back to the purpose of the site, we didn’t get to watch Nip Tuck last night, but we’re really not all that disappointed. since the new episode is in mock reality show format, much like the 4th season premiere of Entourage was a mock-documentary or a “mockumentary” if you will. Needless to say, it’s an anomaly when we find Nip Tuck humor to actually be humorous, and I’m sure this was a stab at it. So, no love loss. We’ll try to catch the replay on Sunday night.

Sarah Shahi, the incredibly gorgeous women from The L Word and the Vegas stripper in The Sopranos episode “Kennedy and Heidi”, is upset that people once found her attractive, and is now content to be taken seriously as an actress on the NBC series, Life. It’s difficult to skate by on your looks, we certainly know how that is. Like, just because everyone wants to take her on lavish trips to Europe and other exotic locations, or offer her exceptionally high paying work based on her physical aesthetics and limited credentials, doesn’t imply she’ll accept your offer, no questions asked. I mean, she would love to take advantage of all the opportunities afforded for her, but she wants them offered for a reason other than how she looks. God, can’t you understand that?

Some American Idol alum pulled a Mel Gibson after being pulled over for a DUI in Tampa. What’s the prevailing wisdom behind this? I know the person in question is intoxicated, but who leaves a bar drunk gets pulled over by the cops then breaks into a series of racial epithets? My guess would be that this woman and Gibson recently lost a potential hookup to a member of whatever race/ethnicity/religious faction that they were so contemptuous towards. Unless they have Tourette’s, any other explanation seems unlikely.

We’ve been wanting to link to this for a day because we’re like schoolgirl giddy about the development: The Wire has posted some prequel shorts on Amazon.com. We see a young, unimpressive looking Prop Joe (just like current day Prop Joe, but younger), he is full of witticisms and logic and is as calm and collected as you would imagine, but he’s hawking cheat sheets in the 60’s instead of dope in the 2000’s. A young Omar is available, as well as his older brother “No Heart” Anthony. You may recall him being referenced in the first season as something of a legend around Baltimore. And the magnum opus of the three is a McNulty and Bunk’s introduction, when McNulty was still something of a healthy drunk and before he’d corrupted Bunk. Really, I could watch hours of this stuff, maybe even a film. It’ll never happen, but seems worth mentioning.

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Amazingly, we’ve only seen him commit one murder, and have heard about another.

Also worth noting: The Wire will be airing two specials on December 20th and 21st in honor of the saga. Between these and the fourth season DVD episode commentaries, we should be plenty entertained until the the January 6th fifth season premiere.

Carson Daly was given an ultimatum, hence his decision to cross the picket line. He isn’t actually a member of the WGA, so they’re not taking it as personally, but it was funny to listen to his explanation as if it were different from everyone else’s. Someone should clue him in that they really held his feet to the fire because his show is so incredibly expendable. In all honesty, he should have held his ground, let them axe his show, then he could do the inevitable and find something else to do with his life. Like host a talk show that isn’t on at late night, for instance.

On the other hand, actual talk show hosts are dropping millions to keep their out of work production crews happy and not embittered. O’Brien, Leno and Letterman are paid a healthy amount of money, but at what point aren’t they obligated to hand out $200,000/week for a strike they aren’t responsible for? It’s noble what they’re doing and virtually everyone (including us) backs the union, but this degree of generosity probably doesn’t have much longevity. I guess it’s a communal effort.

And finally, CBS is planning to air episodes of Dexter should the strike be a prolonged event. And who else would air reruns of a series that is half police procedural but CBS? They just go hand-in-hand. Actually, all stereotypes aside, the pay cable network is an affiliate of CBS, and they could potentially air episodes of The Tudors and Weeds, though I’m not completely familiar with the series, it will be interesting to see how it is edited for a broadcast network. We have the DVD’s queued up on Netflix, so it won’t be our problem.

That’s it for now, we’re back tomorrow with a Survivor recap.

Tuesday Links

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

Good morning. I hope everyone’s evening was a little more rewarding than Donald Driver’s fantasy performance. Good lord is the guy all of a sudden over the hill. I might as well cut him, pick up Tim Brown and be done with it. I’d be getting virtually the same production and at least I could say that I have a future hall-of-famer. Also, thanks to the rest of the networks for bowing down to the majesty that is Monday Night Football and all but forcing me to watch that depressing performance. Yeah, I know, the game was almost classic, but that doesn’t mean shit when you’re getting hosed on the gambling front. And, you know, the fucker is on cable now, you could at least make a small effort to compete with ESPN, because if FOX Sports and Versus are the best we can do in the sports network world, then your “zany” and “serious” attempts at scripted series’ are our only hope.

Anyhow, enough grasping at straws and being completely off topic, fantasy basketball tips off tonight, and I can’t figure out if its depressing or encouraging that I’m genuinely excited for it. So there’s always time for redemption. Onto the links…

You know, I’ve always enjoyed Jerry Seinfeld’s work. But the saturation campaign for this Bee Movie is really starting to agitate. Here’s hoping that thing bombs, not only for the barrage of ads, but also because we’re growing irritable with digital talking non-sentients at the box office.

Matt McTighe, the guy who played the rapist/murder victim on Friday Night Lights, weighs in on all the hullabaloo surrounding the only storyline he’s ever mattered in. And honestly, it has to be considerably deflating for a young actor to land a part on a mainstream, broadcast network series, then have everyone and their mother bitch about your character’s very existence.

Speaking of which, even Jesse Plemons takes issue with the murder plot, but since he works on the series he followed up with, “I guarantee you there is someone out there who can relate to this.” And, for us at least, it has nothing to do with that. Is there somebody in some small town ducking a murder rap? I’m certain of it, but the series always dealt with nuance and everyday problems. Even the attempted rape at the time seemed far-fetched, but the attack didn’t completely adjust the way we looked at the characters involved. It changed them and they grew from it, sure, but there wasn’t any sort of moral or social code broken. With Landry, they took arguably the most innocent character on the series and turned him into a killer.

That ever looming writers strike is picking up steam. This could really be an issue, especially for television series’ that depend on intimate knowledge and familiarity with their characters. But for films, do writers actually believe that their aspiring counterparts who are not members of the guild are going to hesitate to cross the picket line? I don’t know the ends and outs of it, but I’d be willing to assume that writers are comparatively mistreated amongst the Hollywood elite, specifically because their name recognition is often so low that they’re not exactly box office pulls (with few exceptions). But a strike is an ill-advised approach. This reminds me of the baseball umpires strike from about a decade ago. Eventually, they train and hire new personnel and everybody moves on. Principals are one thing, but stupidity and entitlement are another, you don’t want to give up something you love because of an perceived slight; come to an agreement and cut your losses. /Sage advice

David Chase is at it again, saying about his ending which many thought to be a prank of sorts, “Why would we entertain people for eight years only to give them the finger?”. Um, this is a nice sentiment and all, but when he chastises his audience for showing interest in his series because there was a war going on while it aired, isn’t that what he’s kind of doing?

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We’ll miss that smiling mug.

For the most part, what he has come out to vaguely concede about the series has confirmed my suspicions about the ambiguous finale — AJ being the noble (if troubled) one then selling out, The Final Scene being simply a reflection of how Tony lives out the remainder of his life — and it has admittedly been somewhat validating. But at the same time, he can’t have it both ways. Making a critically acclaimed series and reaping all the benefits of it, then bemoan the fact that we could only be so shallow as to be more preoccupied with his series than the war, seems a little hypocritical. If anything, he enables our distraction. In the immortalized words of Chris Moltisanti, “He pours your drink with one hand, and judges you with the other”.

Some helpful pointers for HBO to recover its tarnished image and reclaim the throne as king of original programming (currently being held by Showtime). It isn’t sullied past the point of redemption, but if they do not follow up The Wire series finale with something a little more commercially/critically friendly than John From Cincinnati, then it could be the end of a dynasty.

It was bound to happen, an article lamenting the excess of television options. We’re not going to complain about it, because it would be an asinine thing to do, but there is a reason we haven’t bothered to catch up on any Showtime series (specifically Weeds and less so Dexter), or we haven’t taken the time out to watch even an episode of Pushing Daises or Damages (despite conceding that all four show promise), and its because we’re content and almost overwhelmed with the series we currently watch. As of now, we’ll wait until The Wire finishes its fifth season, then try to catch one of them on DVD. Until then, we’re not adding anything else to the weekly rotation.

And finally, because all this Wire talk reminded us, we’ve already pre-ordered the fourth season set to be released on December 4th. It’s selling at a very, very reasonable price for twelve of the best hours of television you will ever see on Amazon. As you can imagine, we urgently recommend you watch this.

That’s probably it for today. Back tomorrow with something completely and utterly random.

Tuesday Links

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

Very, very little sleep last night, we came into work late once again and are all the better for it. We didn’t watch any television last night set aside Monday Night Football which, while the game was unmercifully boring, they had Russell Crowe in the booth giving a remarkably uncomfortable interview. What was most surprising about it, is that he willfully mentioned working with Denzel Washington before, but didn’t mention it was on this horrific Sci-Fi action film, Virtuousity. But, other than that, he just promoted American Gangster (which I’m seeing on opening night, there’s no way around this), and bantered about his rugby team that has a game in Jacksonville, but couldn’t land the Jags stadium as a venue, and is relegated to playing at University of North Florida, which I wasn’t even sure existed until last night.

Oh, speaking of dealing drugs in impoverished urban settings, The Wire is currently replaying there first season on OnDemand for those of you who might be interested. Really, if you like gritty and complex storytelling, then you’ll like this series. If you don’t like this series, then you’re nothing more than a despicable racist.
Anyhow, enough accusations, it’s OnDemand until October 29th, when I imagine they’ll post the second season. It’s late notice, but I just found out about it. Trust me, watch four or five episodes and you won’t be able stop. Seriously, its the TV series equivalent of Pringles. Anyhow, if you want to get caught up before the fifth and final season in January, this is the easiest way to do so. Assuming you have HBO OnDemand. Synopsis of most recent episode here.

Speaking of The Wire, David Simon is quite the rabble rouser. And it sounds like he has a former boss who’s going to be portrayed a bit unfavorably. This is probably the worst show to be illustrated as an indifferent prick on, because it means you are really part of the problem.

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Not that I want him to, but, given the context of the series, doesn’t Omar eventually have to die? Or since he doesn’t adhere to any set of institutional laws, does he get a pass?

Not sure if anyone saw Colbert on Meet The Press, it was like GOB and Michael Bluth discussing the future of the family business. In other words, it was damn funny. Apparently he’s broaching some legal issues if he continues his mock presidential campaign.

An interview with David Chase. Who, as I long expected, somewhat resents the more shallow portion of his audience. I can sort of sympathize. I mean, he makes this groundbreaking introspective series about the American experience, and it gets turned into a “who’ll get whacked next?” guessing game, so the contempt is somewhat warranted from that standpoint. But, at the same time, when the series debuted, Tony was presented as someone the audience was supposed to celebrate, not condemn. And, set aside his initial portrayal, those people made David Chase an extremely wealthy man. Yeah, I know, money isn’t everything. But we don’t see him turning it down.

A comparative piece between Mad Men and Damages. Never watched Damages, not sure why, I think because Ted Danson was playing a dramatic role, which we’d have a difficult time taking seriously. I guess that’s my problem, but I simply can’t watch Sam Malone involved in some elaborate murder plot. Kind of the same reason I couldn’t watch Larry David in a Scorcese movie. Sorry.

That’s it for this morning, we’ll get to the Mad Men season finale tomorrow, since there isn’t shit worth watching tonight and we’re going to see Into The Wild anyways.

A Tale of Two Anti-Heroes, Season 1

Friday, September 21st, 2007

Stumbling through a post a couple days ago, it dawned on me that the parallels between The Sopranos and Rescue Me have been almost inarguable. From major plot points to character deaths to structural changes, the assertion the Rescue Me is The Sopranos with firemen is not just a loose analogy, but a defining tag line. We are going to compare and contrast the two series’ up through their first four seasons, one season at a time. Let’s look at the similarities, shall we?

Season one of The Sopranos invoked Tony’s conflicted yet sociopath mentality and made the audience sympathetic towards his plight, turning him into a brand of everyman that struggled with home life as much as work. It was, for much of the time, rooted in dark humor as much as it was in drama. Before Paulie learned to cry over his non-mother he was a caricature of a traditional Italian gangster that rarely sported more than a jumpsuit, and his crass simplicity was a defining characteristic. Before AJ was trying to drown himself over a Yeats poem and complaining about the excesses of capitalism, he was the kid cursing the lack of ziti at his birthday party. In short, this series rarely approached addressing the human condition in its first two seasons. It was primarily plot driven, and though it contained subtext and Freudian themes and questioned the legitimacy of contemporary American institutions, it was basically a lighthearted “dramedy” about a mob boss whom we cheered when he told off his mother after she sustained a minor stroke.

Season one of Rescue Me, though rooted in comedy, was much more heavy-handed with its drama. The basic premise was New York firefighters coping with their lives and the immediate fallout from 9/11. Whereas Tony was a criminal millionaire and Tommy Gavin was a working stiff, we knew that despite regularly operating within the confines of the law, Tommy had his own demons to battle. Namely, alcoholism and sleeping with his cousin Jimmy’s widow, whom he regularly saw in his dreams. And while his moral quandaries never ventured into the territory of whether or not to murder someone, they were certainly despicable in that he was even contemplating them.

Tommy and Tony also bout depression in their pilot seasons (and cope with it throughout the series). Tony sought psychiatry at his doctor’s insistence, and Tommy’s mental health was self-medicated with varying forms of alcohol. While Tommy was suffering from survivor’s guilt and the estrangement of his family, Tony was having a difficult time coping with his criminal life, his mother (though not even realizing it) and the notion that the best is behind him and those who, um, procure his lifestyle.

As evidenced by the depression, both characters were burdened with major familial issues, struggling on both ends of the parent-child spectrum. Tommy lost his mother and resorted to little more than bribes and blackmail to extort information from his children about their mother’s boyfriend(s). Tony, still together with his wife, sought therapy after a panic attack and spent the majority of the time exploring his childhood and the volatile relationship he had with his mother, Livia. And he struggled with the everyday detail of child-rearing, balancing the modern (his wife’s and the schools preference) and the traditional (his preference) approaches.

In the non-blood relations of the family, Tony dealt with his best friend possibly turning against him and the managerial aspects of his title of “mob boss”. Keeping everyone in line while humoring them enough so should they ever get arrested for any charge, they won’t turn government witness. Tommy was greeted by his ghost cousin, Jimmy, who offered him advice on his day-to-day life, and wanted information about his wife, Sheila. Whom Tommy saw on a regular basis. Jimmy also regularly provided comedic relief, as did Tony’s friend, Big Pussy (the same friend he was worried about turning to the FBI). Both characters also lost friends, the only difference being Tony was usually responsible for his friends’ deaths, and fires were responsible for Tommy’s. The one exception would be Jackie Aprile, Tony’s long time friend and mob boss who died from cancer early in season one.

There were subplots in both series as well. Chris Moltisanti was the Rescue Me equivalent of Probie (Mike). Both struggling to earn recognition and respect from their mentors (this continues into season two), with little to know success Both series’ had confirmed bachelors in Franco and Paulie, and the protagonists both had “informants” somewhat isolated from the rest of the cast, with detective Mackie in The Sopranos and Johnny, Tommy’s brother, in Rescue Me.

And obviously, the themes were resoundingly similar. Issues dealing with death, aging, religion, family responsibility, generational differences and addiction, all in contemporary America. Season one for both series is often regarded as their magnum opus. And while I tend to disagree in regards to The Sopranos, its only because one and a half of their last two seasons I believe trumped their freshman effort, a point in the series which Rescue Me has yet to attain. And that, along with the strength of “Seven” and “Yaz” are the only reasons I’m coming back for season five.

Links and IASIP recap coming later.

Emmys Leave Something to be Desired

Thursday, July 19th, 2007

Well, my head is spinning with the multitude of oversights this year, but I don’t know what else to expect from an award show that is clearly being compromised by someone or something. Either that or they are simply lazy. I hate to be so cynical but there is really no other explanation.

Note: This article will contain some spoilers, so if you’re waiting for some series’ to be released on DVD or whatever else, this post will upset you immensely if you continue to read.

For starters, lets give credit where credit is due: fifteen nominations for The Sopranos! Yowza! Obviously for best drama and both lead acting categories, then three supporting acting nominations (Imperioli, Bracco and Turturro) then three nominations in the best writing category for “Kennedy and Heidi” (The episode Chris died), “The Second Coming” (AJ’s suicide attempt) and the series finale, “Made In America”. All this in addition to a directing nomination for Alan Taylor for “Kennedy and Heidi” (I Get It!) and five other nominations in minor categories.

There were some other various highlights with the dramatic series nominations, including Dennis Leary getting a best actor nomination (which is a lost cause, I’m pretty sure based on the overwhelming recognition that The Sopranos very well might end up sweeping), Friday Night Lights, though clearly underappreciated did pick up a best directing and best casting (which is like an award for best ensemble), its minimal, but at least it is something.

The Wire, on the other hand, was completely snubbed. In this blogs humble opinion, this oversight completely diminishes all credibility The Emmys may have built up. This series is so nuanced, so well characterized and structured, its intriguing, insightful, entertaining and probably the only series that I can say with any cerititude that is actually important; and for it to get zero nominations is a fucking embarrassment. The only plausible explanation is either they aren’t watching it (most likely), its not popular so it goes unrecognized because there won’t be any mainstream outrage (quite possible), or race is actually an issue (never would have thought this to be the case as I am hesitant to play this card, but now I’m not so sure). It has to be one of these three, because if one watches the series in total, and isn’t subjective in any way, then there is no rationale for this series to not have a nomination in every major and minor category. It is that good.

Thing is, this really shouldn’t come as any shock. The Wire is virtually snubbed every year it should be in contention to clean house. I really shouldn’t take it so personally but the series deserves better. The Emmys are essentially the only mainstream outlet that acknowledges excellence in television, and for The Wire to go unrepresented is a sham. If The Emmys would give this show its due, then maybe it could build up the audience it deserves. But ultimately, those who watch The Emmys are not interested in a slew of no-names collecting awards, and that might be what this is attributed to. Most would rather see Kiefer Sutherland or one of the twenty-five year old smoking hot doctors from Grey’s Anatomy stockpile hardware. Not a gritty, realistic portrayal or institutional and urban decay and corruption. And that is no disrespect to 24 or the hospital drama, but give me a fucking break.

Like stated before, The Sopranos very well may sweep on Emmy night and that is all well and good. But it should really be rivaled by its artistic and narrative counterpart in The Wire, otherwise everything David Chase & Co. wins is borderline fraudulent. For a sports analogy, its would be like winning a Superbowl because the other team died in a plane crash. Technically, someone is awarded the Lombardi trophy, but did they really earn it? Or feel good about it?

Back later with some approving editorial on the comedy nominations (sans a few nitpicks), other miscellaneous categories and some more on Friday Night Lights, right now I need to karate chop some bricks so I don’t chuck my monitor across my office.

The Sopranos: “Made In America”

Friday, June 15th, 2007

Here we are, probably the last post solely dedicated to The Sopranos. As a coma-stricken Tony might ask, “Who am I? Where am I going?” I am clearly suffering from something of an existential funk as of now, and it will probably last up until the 5th season premiere of The Wire. Enough reminiscing, lets do this thang…

We open with yet another scene of Tony waking up in his bedroom, of course its a beaten down mattress in a safe house and he’s clutching a gun that could take down a helicopter; instead of his bed in the kingdom he and his lineage rest their heads. Still, his jowls have not gone anywhere.

Tony and Paulie sit in a vehicle that is supposed to be incognito at the airport, but really just looks suspicious based on where they take it. Presumably they’re waiting for a mob meeting and Paulie complains about said guys lack of punctuality. Tony, as has been an ongoing theme this season, does not want to hear his incessant yammering, instructs him to just enjoy the music.

The late party turns out to be Agent Harris, Tony inquires about the two potential terrorists he gave them information about, Harris’ news is somewhat distressing and says it happens all the time. Tony gets forceful and wants to know if he’s lying to AJ when he says its all bullshit. Harris gets a call from his bitchy wife and they predictably argue, Tony gives him some more info about the potential terrorists having an account at some bank under the guise that he “just remembered”. Harris is understandably skeptical, then Tony asks for a favor and wants to know if his Brooklyn contacts have any idea where Phil Leotardo is hiding. Its probably the most transparent ruse Tony has ever tried to pull, which is accurate because he is desperate at this point.

Tony and fat driver guy go to an ominus little waterfront property, where Meadow, AJ and Carmela are all apparently staying. Carmela is worried about some odor in the house and is thinks it is toxic. She bitches about not being home, there might be some more pressing issues, here Carm. I know your husband’s a sick degenerate but have chosen to ignore that, so you might want to show some concern for his, you know, life.

AJ lets out Rhiannon and Tony kindly suggests using the back door. Carmela is concerned that she may be loose lipped while in the company of her peers, disclosing her location. When he walks into the kitchen, Tony says he wouldn’t kick her out of bed for purging cookies (a not so subtle reference to her being a bulimic) and AJ says that they are just friends to which Tony replies, “I know, nice job”. In my circle of friends, and mind you we’re all twenty-five, when one of us “befriends an attractive woman, we usually give him shit for being doing so because either he is pursuing her sexually and she knows it, but is not interested and is stringing him along for whatever he can do for her; or he has brought the subject up and was rejected, but is clinging to her because she will talk to him and he is still somewhat smitten. In other words, I was glad Tony called AJ out on how ridiculous it is to, of all the people in the world to be friends with, he has chosen an attractive high-schooler recovering from an eating disorder.

Carmela and Tony tell AJ about Bobby’s funeral, AJ questions it and they reassure him it is safe because of thew FBI presence.

At the wake, everyone sits and mingles about the food, not really mourning in any way. Pointing out the over-indulgence and materialism that Chase obviously believes permeates this country.

Meadow invites Paulie to sit down at her table where they are talking about the Oscars. Paulie is in rare form here, even for him, he throwing out these gems:
“In the midst of death, we are in life”. -After undoing his zipper in front of everyone and explaining how much he ate.
“You can take 2007 and give it back to the indians”. -Discussing how many friends he’s lost in the year. So far.

Meadow’s new boyfriend attempts to change the subject by asking either someone in particular or the table in general if they had seen Dreamgirls, prompting AJ to go ballistic about the dire state of the world, and how the concept of America is a noble and necessary one, but the we sell out the more valiant and important aspects of freedom for inconsequential objects and self-interest. AJ gets a little off track and isn’t terribly cogent here, to which Bobby’s niece has pointed out. He goes so far as to quote Yates, which he pronounces “Yeets”. The conversation ends when Paulie cracks a joke about terrorist regimes that I can’t quite understand but him and Bobby’s niece laugh at. So clearly it was funny!

The guys all sit around the safe house watching a Twilight Zone episode about the importance of the writer to television. I was actually listening to a Paul Shirley interview while writing this, and in the interview he says, “When people with money get involved, everything gets dumbed down.” This seems to summarize David Chase’s opinion of the four broadcast networks. Of their situation, Tony says it’s not all bad since he hasn’t eaten a green vegetable in a week, he hollers something and out of nowhere a stray cat comes scampering over to eat his discarded food. Carlo invites Tony to visit Silvio at the hospital, he declines everyone looks pissed but unsurprised.

In little Italy, a tour bus rolls by while the guide lectures about how it has been reduced to a few shops, while Butchie exits one of the stores, Phil calls him to bitch about Tony not being killed first. Butchie non-verbally suggests calling an end to it, Phil hangs up on him and he comes to discover that while invested in his heated conversation with Phil, Butchie has stumbled into Chinatown and out of Little Italy as a result of it being so diminished by corporate overrun.

Tony shows up at Janice’s and walks through the back where she is contemplating just how narcissistic she can be. When her and Tony get talking, she claims she is nothing like her mother while acting exactly like her, just not as aggressive. She says she needs to watch her weight to snag another husband,. And though it is meant as a joke it still seems like a really callous thing to say. They reminisce about the monopoly fight and Bobby’s “absent” sense of humor. He asks what she is doing now. Janice says Sophia (her stepdaughter) is out of her mind if she thinks she’s getting out of this house. Tony reminisces about how when Johnny bought the house Janice currently lives in, behind it was all cornfields (”Scotch (bangs chest), and soda”) . Tony says she could form a new nuclear family and drag Harpo into their mess. She says he changed his name to Hal. Tony leaves.

As he’s leaving, he gets a call from Harris’s chest hair, I mean Harris, but his chest hair clearly has a mind of its own, about the locale of Phil, he is with some stern looking female agent, whom I guess he had to sleep with to get that information as she looks on disapprovingly.

Benny and someone else look for Phil.

AJ and Rhiannon sit in his car in the woods listening to Bob Dylan classics, AJ calls him “this guy”. She is trying to talk him into sex. He says this could be a mistake, she says they are good friends, then lean in and start making out before she straddles him and takes off her shirt, smoke starts coming through the AC vents and AJ is to distracted to notice right off the bat, he does eventually see the engine in flames, they run out of the car and watch it explode. It seems to be quite cathartic for him.

Cut to Tony and Carmela bitching out AJ. These are some of the best scenes with Gandolfini, wanting to let all his sociopathic rage out on his son, but doesn’t because he pities AJ and Carmela won’t let him. AJ says it may be good that he takes the bus because we have to lose our dependence on foreign oil.

Listening to a tape recorder of Tony reaching out to a third party to get him and Butchie in the same room where no one would be in danger.

At a random warehouse, Tony greets some guy named George and his friends. It plays like a potential ambush, we cut to the middle of the debate, Butchie brings up Phil’s dead gumar. Tony calls out Little Carmine, who hesitantly chimes in, “It didn’t have to be this way”. Tony rolls his eyes as if to say, “no shit”. Tony says his price is he helps them get a location on Phil, Butchie refuses but says he will not interfere. Butchie also agrees to pay out for Bobby’s death to Janice.

The Sopranos are back home and bitching about the surplus of mail. It was probably worth the safety precaution, Carm. Your husband would be dead if not for that formidable stack of paper.

Paulie is freaking out about the cat being in the back of Satriales, Tony overrules him and calls the cat, “a good guy”.

Pat and Junior are staring out the window looking at birds at Juniors new state funded digs. He thinks Janice is Livia when she confronts him (That’s actually a compliment, considering whose on the receiving end of it), she shows him a picture of there kid and he calls her Janice. He’s always a generation behind. Junior regales some story about Janice leaving the stove on with a wet dish rag. Janice tells Junior about Bobby and he has no recollection, nor shows any remorse. She tries to extract sympathy by saying, “I’m a widow now”.

Cut to Pat talking about how she was unveiling him, Tony says he can rot.

AJ in therapy is shot identically to the scenes Tony has with Melfi, with her legs are even protruding out from her skirt and seem to be the central focus, he’s in amazement about being in his car seat a few seconds before it melted. Much like his father was after he survived his attempted hit.

Paulie walks into the Bing screaming for Carlo, he’s not around, its similar to that when he saw the Virgin Mary on the stage. Paulie calls Tony to tell him Carlo didn’t show. Tony wonders if he flipped, Paulie recalls that his kid Jason was picked up for selling Exstacy, making the answer obvious.

Carmela goes to talk to Meadow and Hunter is in the room (Chase’s actual kid and has been MIA since Meadow went to Columbia), she was kicked out of school for drinking and that was apparently the last time she has seen her, but has since gotten her act together and is now in Med school. At this news Carmela virtually runs out of the room.

Down in the living room, Patsy, his wife are with Carmela, Tony, Meadow and their kid, while Patsy’s wife is butchering the “horse with the long face joke”. Tony asks about their other son, Jason, the one that Carlo’sd kid (the other) Jason hangs out with. Things get tense at the mention of this. So it seems clear that Patsy and his wife know about him turning. The topic changes to Meadow’s future career, she is now looking to join a high payig law firm instead of going the ACLU route. I am not sure which is worse. Anyhow, her and her husband look like future mob lawyers.

Back at Satriales, the cat stares at the picture of Chris they have hanging. Paulie tells some guy named Walden to move the cat, he refuses and Paulie grabs a broom when Tony walks in and he pretends to be sweeping. As Walden leaves, Paulie gives him shit about his name, he said he was named after Bobby Darin, Paulie “Ewhh”’s at him.

Tony offers Paulie the construction job, Paulie doesn’t want it because of the typical early departure of the leader of that crew. Tony says he is “miffled”. Paulie walks out, looking conspicuous.

Tony pulls up alongside AJ, who’s jogging down the street and starts mouthing the melody to the Rocky theme song. AJ hops in the car and Tony says he is going to get back at it himself. AJ says he is joining the Army, but hasn’t signed up yet (He has to clarify it with Rhiannon), AJ says it will help him with his career, Tony is quick to point out that he doesn’t have a career, he says he wants to be Trumps personal pilot eventually. Tony says they want another chance to talk before he commits to anything and also says he’s not telling Carmela about the newfound idea.

Tony tells Carmela while she lies in a bathtub.

Tony thanks AJ’s therapist for “getting him out of his room”, but asks what’s the point if he’s going to be “cannon fodder”. Carm walks in and Tony says it may be good for him, Carmela said it would be great if a war wasn’t taking place. New Lady Therapist says AJ wants to take all of his energy and focus on the terrorists, but she can’t reveal anymore. Tony bitches about that fact, since they are footing the bill. Tony goes into a long tangent about his mother. It’s really off topic.

Tony is “sake bombing” with Meadow and they argue about her career path. He says of the last time you talked, “you wanted to be a lawyer for black people”, she gets mad and says the state can break the individual, he asks incredulously, “New Jersey?”, though she was referring to the federal government. She says she would have been a boring suburban doctor if not for all the times he was dragged off unjustly by the feds. He doesn’t say anything but facial ticks, “You actually believed that shit. Standards to practice law are low these days.”

Phil pulls up to a gas station with his wife driving and their two grandkids. Phil is barking at his wife about picking up drugs from the pharmacy when Walden comes up from behind and shoots him in the head. His wife hops out of the car, while it is in drive or neutral, hysterical, and the car tire rolls over his head. There is some great editing here between seeing the front part of the tire start to crush Phil, then a cut to a group of four kids, then a cut to the two babies in the car as it makes this crushing noise, then a cut to some random onlooker going, “holy shit”, then to one of the four kids vomiting.

Someone walks in to Agent Harris’ office, informing him that Phil Leotardo was hit. To which Harris slapped his hand on the desk and replied, “We’re going to win this thing”. Apparently, this actually happened.

Carmela and Tony are talking with AJ about some alternatives to military service. AJ descends down the steps in a Tony-esque robe. Carmela asks how one person can make a difference, he says he can join the CIA and with learning Arabic he’ll be a valuable commodity. Tony calls him out about it, he lashes out. Carmela suggests not getting his legs blown off, he replies, “always with the drama”. Yeah, he’s a Soprano. They suggest working on a film that Little Carmines studio is doing, and with his friends in film school, he can make some contacts and get things off the ground for them. Then possibly open a club(s) and have a celebrity angle to approach it with. AJ reminds them that Carmine does porn. Tony keeps his cool, says he did “Cleaver” and that he is branching out.

Tony meets with his lawyer in the back of the Bing. And informs him that the news isn’t good and there is about an 80-90% that he’s indicted, with the gun charge and several others. As he piles on the list of charges, Tony rips the ketchup bottle he is struggling with out of his hand and slams it down. Lawyer says, “trials are there to be won”, which doesn’t exactly set his mind at ease.

Tony goes to visit Silvio, who’s just lying there and never talks. He hugs Gabriella while Little Miss Sunshine plays on the television. He looks like he’s having flashbacks to when he was in a similar predicament.

Out in front of Satriale’s, it is just Paulie and Tony and the former is working on his tan. They argue about the cat, and Paulie not having any money to leave his niece who has MS, which Tony feels should be enough incentive to take the position he is offering. Tony says that since Chris has passed, his gambling luck has done a 180, Paulie gets mad that its okay for him to believe in karma and the supernatural, but not him. Paulie tells him about seeing the Virgin Mary when he was worried about potentially having cancer, Tony makes fun of him and Paulie gets upset that he’s cracking jokes. Seems Paulie is really frightened of death. Tony ropes him in by saying that he’ll give Patsy the job. Paulie caves, “I live but to serve you, my liege.” It really is depressing staring at just the two of them standing outside that little meat store, wherein there used to be close to a dozen men standing out there at anytime. Live by the gun, I guess

AJ walks outside talking about his new BMW, justifying having it saying it gets 23 mpg on the highway and that’s better than the SUV. Get a Altima, or a Cobalt homeboy. He picks up his high school girlfriend, at high school.

They go home and laugh it up in front of a television as Karl Rove dances like a leader of the free world, or a dipshit, you categorize it how you would like.

Tony goes to meet Junior at the state hospital and tries to advise him on his money and confront him about shooting him. He is so fargone that he has no idea who he or Tony is, Junior says a man from another galaxy came to see him, Tony says that is his accountant and Junior, frustrated, says, “I’m confused”. Damn, Dominic Chianese is a fantastic actor. He seems to get a semblance of a who he is when Tony says, “this thing of ours”; When Tony says they ran North Jersey (him and his dad), Junior replies, “That’s nice”. As if to explain how quaint and insignificant their practice is. Tony runs out of there scared shitless.

Final scene:
Tony walks into Holstens, and scours the place.

At his table he observes every person that walks in and skims the jukebox at his table.
finally settling on “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey. How Jersey, or college.
We see a woman with a vague resemblance to Janice. Then a trucker.
We see Carm walk in and get camera shots of a young couple and some boy scouts.
They say hi. Shot of some trucker drinking coffee, Carmela explains that Meadow will be a little late because she went to the doctor. Tony looks concerned, Carmela senses it and explains that she was switching birth control. Tony looks sorry he asked.
Carmela asks about their lawyer and Tony explains he is probably going to trial.
The song goes into the chorus right when a suspicious looking guy walks into the restaurant and AJ’s directly behind him.
They talk about onion rings while eating some.
Meadow tries to park as the same shady guy that AJ followed inside sits at the counter looking over his shoulder at their table. AJ bitches about his job and his parents tell him to suck it up.
AJ heeds his fathers advice and says he’ll try to focus on the good times, which Tony once said (final scene of season one). Tony thinks he’s being sarcastic before having it explained to him that AJ was being literal, Tony concedes that he guesses it is true.
The same gentlemen from the counter walks to the bathroom directly passed their booth but does nothing.
Two black guys walk in.
Meadow finally gets her car parked on a virtual airport strip and runs inside.
We hear the bell ring when the door opens, Tony looks up while the music says “Don’t Stop” and it cuts to black, in silence.

Fucking phenomenal. This is just a detailed synopsis. If you want to read about finale theory, go here, here and here.

Friday Links

Friday, June 15th, 2007

Did not have time to wrap up The Sopranos recap for “Made In America”, I spent last night watching my Cavs get swept out of the finals (they were playing with house money after just reaching the Eastern Conference Finals, anyways). So to compensate for my shortcomings, here are a few related links to wet your appetite.

Lost producers are reassuring their fans that the conclusion of their series will in no way resemble that of The Sopranos. Yeah, I know buddy. You guys would never have the cojones to pull off something so original and thought provoking. You don’t have to tell me, Carlton. If I had to guess about how Lost will end its run, I would sasy that the US Government not only finds out they are stranded on a remote island, but also discovers all its inhabitants are suffering from an incurable ailment, foreign to North America. As a last ditch solution, Bush decides to go Outbreak on them and drop an H-Bomb to neutralize the virus, ending the series in one bloody mess.

This is a website dedicated solely to convincing you Tony Soprano, a fictional character on a television series, is dead. I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m going to need to see some exculpatory evidence before I make that conclusion.

The actor who played Dr. Elliot (Melfi’s therapist), is telling everyone a final scene between him and Lorraine Bracco was cut out of Sunday’s episode, one in which he is consoling her. I don’t understand, was Melfi’s entire life consumed by her treatment of Tony Soprano? The writers went out of their way to say otherwise, with Elliot always being the first to ask about him, but does she really need reassurance yet again to drop him? Oh well, I guess I never saw the scene so I don’t really know its context.

And finally, if you have not been reading Slate.com’s email exchange between several Sopranos aficionado’s (among them are Brian Williams and Emmy award winning writer Terrence Winter, most recognized for “Long Term Parking”) then I highly recommend you do so. Some entries are insightful, some are self-indulgent, but all are worthwhile.

Back with the recap this afternoon/evening.

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