14 posts tagged “television”
So so happy it's back. Some quick notes / ideas, just to get these out of my head.
- Oceanic 6: Jack, Kate, Hurley, obviously. Also Michael? Someone on Lostpedia had a theory this morning that one of the 6 could be someone who wasn't on the flight -- one of the others or maybe Desmond, and that they've nabbed the identity of one of the folks still on the island.
- Jack's father in the cabin? Seriously creepy.
- Re. Michael: Perrineau was in the credits as being a recurring character, so I think he's coming back soon. (I'd love it if this happened next week -- in Tim Goodman's (p)review of the season both ep1 and ep2 rated an "Oh. My. God." so I'm hopeful that Michael comes back next week.
- Hurley's hallucinations are just awesome. The hand pressed up against the glass in the police station FTW.
- I love that the Jack / Locke dichotomy is back -- they played it up big time in the season preview, and it was obviously a HUGE part of this episode. Man of science, man of faith.
- Just who, exactly, is on the boat?
Just when I thought I was done with TV for the season (no more 24, no more Office, no more Lost...is House done yet?), NBC is going to run the final six ep's of Studio 60 that they probably had in the can before they made the call to not pick up the show for next year. Sure, it's not as good as it could have been, but folks it's Sorkin.
Jesus, all I blog about is television.
OK, another Lost thing that actually hit me this week. So both the parachuter and Locke's father show up. Both (I think) talk about the crash, and about how the plane was found. And the parachuter talks about how Charlie's band is now famous and there's a greatest hits record (how long have they been gone again?). But neither of them say anything about Walt and Michael.
If they had actually made it back to civilization, wouldn't that be news? And wouldn't they tell the story of the island and the crash, etc.? So, one of two things are true here...
- Locke's father and the parachuter either weren't telling the truth or...weren't actually from the real world. Or (more probably)...
- Michael and Walt didn't make it back to civilization.
Where the hell are they? Anyone want to bet if they will make it into the finale somehow?
Last night's Lost? Total filler. All just standing around talking about waiting about things maybe happening in the special two hour season finale next week. In which they better fucking bring it. That's all I'm saying.
OK, The Office is getting scary good. Last night's episode was great; esp Dwight in the rocking chair in the little boy's room. ("Good, you're up.") But Jan had the best written line of the night:
I'm taking a calculated risk. What's the upside? I overcome my nausea, fall deeply in love, babies, normalcy, no more self loathing. Downside? I, uh, date Michael Scott publicly and collapse in on myself like a dying star.
Dear Sting,
Congratulations on your upcoming Grammy appearance as part of the reunion of The Police. I'm happy to hear that the three of you will be able to put aside jealousy, bitterness and years of built up resentment in the name of money the high art of pop music.
But as someone who grew up on The Police (and then after the initial benefit-of-the-doubt blue turtles thing proceeded to not only lose all respect for you but come to actively dislike your entire being -- so much so that hearing your voice when shuffling upon great tracks like No Time This Time makes me reach for the "next" button), would you mind heeding just a few pieces of advice?
- Get the hell out of the way and let them play. Look, even in the eighties you were a camera hog. We know you're beautiful, we know you do tantric sex things and we're entirely too familiar with the shape of your neckline. But this isn't about you, so get the hell out of the way and let the world see the other two guys. Kids need to see what a real drummer looks like, and even though you're the self-appointed genius of the crew, you know deep inside it was Andy Summers who gave the band its texture. Give the men some camera time.
- Skip the drama. Please don't do that thing where it's just you on stage where the audience goes "oh, look at that handsome Englishman doing the nice ballad version of that song that used to be on the radio all the time" and then bring the lights up on the rest of the band and start rocking out. Please.
- Don't talk. We know you care about the Brazilian rain forest and global warming and feeding the children, so shut up already. We'd rather hear you sing about hookers.
- No extra musicians, no backup singers. I know you're not afraid of extra musicians, and I know the Grammy producers will want to "fill out the sound." Don't. In case you've forgotten (and something tells me you have), The Police were all about making the most out of the least. One bass, one guitar, one drummer.
This Grammy performance is certainly an advertisement for your rumored summer reunion tour. If you have any shred of respectability left, you'll turn this into a real Police show, and not a solo show with some old mates backing you up. I don't have a lot of hope, but hey -- a boy can dream, right?
Best,
Michael
It's week three, so there must be haters out there already, but if you're out there -- meh. It's still good, even if the ending of last night's ep was a bit of a cop out. (Look at it this way -- if they hadn't wrapped that one up in a nice little bow, we'd be dealing with a copyright story line for a couple more weeks (BORING), and wouldn't you much rather hear more about Jordan's trashy ex?)
Best moment of the show was Simon poking his head through Matt's window blinds. Now that's comedy.
(Wait, was I supposed to write something like "spoiler alert" at the top of this post? Eh.)