The Good:
Oprah is apparently going to have a show on her OWN network. It’ll be on only a couple of times a week during Prime Time. I won’t be able to watch it cause I don’t have that network with my lame cable provider. But hey, good news nonetheless.
I like the Big O and, quite frankly, how will we know what to do with our lives unless mamma O tells us? She dispenses tons of wisdom and fun on her show and I’m sure I won’t be the only who will miss my daily fix. (more…)
Lost is nearing it’s end, and boy has it been a messed up, confusing journey. A wonderful one. For those of you who aren’t caught up on the show, you may not want to read this as it kind of contains some mini-spoilers.
Where? When? Who? What? And now Why?
Those are all the questions we’ve asked ourselves over the last couple of years regarding the Island in Lost. Island with a capital I, because it is indeed the main character of the show, whether we knew it or not.
In 17 years of watching the Oscars, I am confident in saying that last night’s award show was my least favorite.
I should mention that at no point in this entry will I talk about who wore what or who looked the best.
Before the show even began, there were 3 reasons I was not excited about it. The first reason; the acting categories were all so predictable that I didn’t care about them. The second and third reasons; Steve and Alec. I was not looking forward to them hosting. I’m not a big fan of either of them and I didn’t think they could carry the Oscars. I was right.
When the show opened with Neil Patrick Harris singing and dancing, I thought I may have been wrong about the show being boring this year. He was fantastic! Great energy and start to the show. Then Steve and Alec came on and the energy went with NPH backstage and stayed there for the next 4 hours. The hosts had a few funny things to say during their opening, but mostly their jokes fell flat. I thought they were boring and that their self deprecating “we’re old, these young people don’t know who we are” comments were inappropriate. Morgan Freeman is older than both of them and has somehow managed to stay relevant to young and old audiences. Steve and Alec were forgettable and felt absent throughout the show. I kept waiting for Steve to whip out his banjo and sing us a tune. Thankfully, he didn’t.
Please look up the word “celebrity” in the dictionary and cast accordingly.Otherwise, may I suggest changing the name of your show to “Has-been rehab”?
The residents currently occupying your rehab facility are no longer celebrated for anything, so far as I can tell. I have either never hear of them, or heard of them 20 years ago when I was 9, and didn’t care about them then either.
I would also like to comment on having these people on T.V at all. It is my opinion that someone who used to be famous who then turned to drugs or alcohol, either because they couldn’t cope with their fame or because they had some other bull-shit problem they couldn’t deal with on their own, should not be granted the privilege of being on television. They chose to screw up their lives and throw away their money by turning to drugs and alcohol rather than using their millions, which the rest of us will never have, to seek the professional help you are offering them on your show. So screw them. Seriously, let them rot.
I understand that these people are perhaps the only people you can get to be on the show, seeing how an actual current celebrity would never stoop to showcasing their crackie ways on television. However, I think that if you were to implement an incentive program, perhaps you will get some takers. Things like free designer shoes, plastic surgery and instruments. To replace the ones they sold off buying crack.
Thank you for your attention;
Sylvia
I’m so very excited about the Season 6 premier of Lost.
It’s one of the few shows that I can watch and not get bored of. I have to admit the season 2 finally left me a little annoyed and unsure of whether or not I was going to continue on the strange journey which is watching Lost. But season 3 sucked me right back in, and now I’m hooked and anxiously waiting for next Tuesday. 9pm. On ABC.
I’m not a big TV fan. I don’t follow a lot of shows. I have box sets of canceled shows I love to watch over and over again. Recent television seems to have been taken over by hundreds of talentless attention whores looking to get their 15 minutes of fame and a chance to win some money. Or a music contract. Or a smaller ass. Or a husband/ wife/ someone to dump 3 days after the season finally has aired, etc…. I dislike reality television. Abhor it sometimes. I don’t get the point. Maybe because I’m not much to empathize with strangers. Sorry, but that’s just the way it is.
I don’t feel bad for an attractive man/woman who “just can’t seem to find the right person” and has to make out with 10 different people to do so. On Tv. I don’t feel bad for anyone who has eaten themselves into obesity and then decided to go on national television to get yelled at by a 100 pound woman with arms that would shame some men. She’s pretty hot though. I don’t feel bad for them, and I don’t get any pleasure by watching them suffer either.
In order to entertain me via television or film, I need someone to come up with a smart story line, realistic and interesting characters, and maybe some humor to spice things up. Very few television shows out there are fulfilling this for me. FOR ME. I don’t look down on those who watch reality television. My mother is obsessed with it, and my best friend Janice (Hi Jfo!) loves her American Idol. Loves it. I’ve watched it when I’m at her house, and more power to her for being able to put up with all the bad, BAD singing. Some good, sure. But some of it is “tear off my ears” inducing. If I were a judge, I’d be Simon.” You suck, get out.” That would be me. Sure the show has given us some good talent. Adam Lambert is pretty damn adorable. Kelly Clarkson is great. They beat most of the pop tarts who can’t sing live out there. But that’s another rant for another day.