by Kelly Bedard
It's been a very up and down summer for my guilty reality fix. It started with a twist that could have been wonderful (Chilltown! The Renegades!) and ended up mediocre (The Donatos? Brenchel?) and a cast of clueless newbies who couldn't get their act together.
Read on for my week by week recount of the summer so far.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
The Man Who Might Save Glee
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
"Spaced", the precursor to the modern laughfest
by Rachael Nisenkier
Hulu could be the greatest invention of all time. And that’s not just hyperbole. What started off as a great, consistent on-line streaming source of legal television has quickly begun to rival Netflix in terms of “great ways to discover old series you always meant to watch but never did and also catch the occasional weird ass art movie without having to pay for it.”
This week’s awesome catch-up is a cult classic that I never really realized was probably the most influential sitcom of the past 15 years: Spaced. The British series, which you’ve probably heard your geekier and semi-pretentious friend talk about from time to time, was the birthplace of Simon Pegg, Nick Frost and Edgar Wright’s particular brand of pop culture-obsessed, good-natured humor. This is what drew me to start watching the episodes at 11 o’clock last night. But what kept me marathoning the scant 14 episodes was that Spaced turned out to be a funny, sweet, unique show that also probably changed the way smart people make television.
Hulu could be the greatest invention of all time. And that’s not just hyperbole. What started off as a great, consistent on-line streaming source of legal television has quickly begun to rival Netflix in terms of “great ways to discover old series you always meant to watch but never did and also catch the occasional weird ass art movie without having to pay for it.”
This week’s awesome catch-up is a cult classic that I never really realized was probably the most influential sitcom of the past 15 years: Spaced. The British series, which you’ve probably heard your geekier and semi-pretentious friend talk about from time to time, was the birthplace of Simon Pegg, Nick Frost and Edgar Wright’s particular brand of pop culture-obsessed, good-natured humor. This is what drew me to start watching the episodes at 11 o’clock last night. But what kept me marathoning the scant 14 episodes was that Spaced turned out to be a funny, sweet, unique show that also probably changed the way smart people make television.
Monday, August 08, 2011
Tonight on The Glee Project
My absolute favourite contestant went home because her real emotions for one contestant got in the way of her attempts to fake emotion for another contestant. Lamest reason ever. Sure Hannah was distracted during the video shoot but 1) she should have channeled that and just pretended she was singing to Damian but 2) she does keep getting the hardest partners to work with (prudy Cameron for the sexuality challenge AND Alex for the video about romantic longing? Give the girl a break!). So after a beautiful rendition of my beloved Taylor's "Back to December", my girl got sent packing- but not before some sweet, comforting hugs from dreamboat Damian and some genuine tears from her BFF Lindsay.
Friday, August 05, 2011
Diva in Season 3
Drop Dead Diva is sort of a pet show for us here at My TV. We love it unconditionally, nudge it along whenever we can and aren’t afraid to scold it when it digs up the flowerbeds. But as it returns for a so-far very strong season three, we’re happy to report that there’s no scolding necessary, just warm cuddles and a few laughs.
My TV Award nominee Brooke Elliott is back and bubbly-sweet as ever as the body-swapped Jane/Deb hybrid. Whether she’s belting out a showtune, putting the smackdown on a powerful corporation or gazing heartbreakingly at her prodigal soul mate Grayson, Jane is as sympathetic a heroine as can be. Sometimes her Deb-ness gets to be overwhelming but the writers always give her something like that superbly self-worthy voicemail scene to remind us that she’s got even more spine than she does sparkle.
The biggest dynamic change heading into the Lifetime series’ third season is the coupledom of Jane’s confidantes Fred and Stacey. To hell with Sam and Diane, I am loving the stability of this relationship. Independently, Fred and Stacey are my favourite characters on Diva and showrunner Josh Berman has found a way to make them a unit without sacrificing any of their individual awesomeness. Rather, they’ve quickly sunk into a comfortably sweet routine that allows them to explore their own stories then come back together for a one-off episode about Fred faking having a mother. The highlight of their relationship story so far was the wonderful awkwardness of Jane giving Fred way-too-intimate/incredibly helpful hints about Stacey’s “preferences”. Given Jane’s level of intimacy with both characters, there’s the potential for a never-ending supply of funny stories for Fred and Stacey as a low-key and stable couple. Here’s hoping the writers allow them to be the Monica and Chandler, leaving the dramatic stuff to the flakier couples.
The season so far has been rife with delights from a surprise appearance by Louis Van Amstel as Teri (Margaret Cho)’s dance partner (you’ve got to love the meta fun that shows like Dancing with the Stars make room for) to the short but sweet and character-affirming arc of the BFD (Boyfriend Doctor), Ben Shenkman. The case against the sperm bank was probably my favourite law story so far (wonderfully touching), and while I’m glad Grayson didn’t get married, anyone who thought he actually might doesn’t know the first thing about scripted television.
I couldn’t be more thrilled to have Berman and his happy-go-lucky crew of adorableness back in my life every week. I can’t wait to see where they go from here.
My TV Award nominee Brooke Elliott is back and bubbly-sweet as ever as the body-swapped Jane/Deb hybrid. Whether she’s belting out a showtune, putting the smackdown on a powerful corporation or gazing heartbreakingly at her prodigal soul mate Grayson, Jane is as sympathetic a heroine as can be. Sometimes her Deb-ness gets to be overwhelming but the writers always give her something like that superbly self-worthy voicemail scene to remind us that she’s got even more spine than she does sparkle.
The biggest dynamic change heading into the Lifetime series’ third season is the coupledom of Jane’s confidantes Fred and Stacey. To hell with Sam and Diane, I am loving the stability of this relationship. Independently, Fred and Stacey are my favourite characters on Diva and showrunner Josh Berman has found a way to make them a unit without sacrificing any of their individual awesomeness. Rather, they’ve quickly sunk into a comfortably sweet routine that allows them to explore their own stories then come back together for a one-off episode about Fred faking having a mother. The highlight of their relationship story so far was the wonderful awkwardness of Jane giving Fred way-too-intimate/incredibly helpful hints about Stacey’s “preferences”. Given Jane’s level of intimacy with both characters, there’s the potential for a never-ending supply of funny stories for Fred and Stacey as a low-key and stable couple. Here’s hoping the writers allow them to be the Monica and Chandler, leaving the dramatic stuff to the flakier couples.
The season so far has been rife with delights from a surprise appearance by Louis Van Amstel as Teri (Margaret Cho)’s dance partner (you’ve got to love the meta fun that shows like Dancing with the Stars make room for) to the short but sweet and character-affirming arc of the BFD (Boyfriend Doctor), Ben Shenkman. The case against the sperm bank was probably my favourite law story so far (wonderfully touching), and while I’m glad Grayson didn’t get married, anyone who thought he actually might doesn’t know the first thing about scripted television.
I couldn’t be more thrilled to have Berman and his happy-go-lucky crew of adorableness back in my life every week. I can’t wait to see where they go from here.
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