Showing posts with label Sex and the City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex and the City. Show all posts

Friday, February 19, 2010

If You Are So Reclined


Tell me Holly... do you own a Snuggie? Somehow this is how I picture you this weekend.

Caprica

I am also going to give the Cylons another shot. Right at the very end of the last episode, there was a glimmer of hope. Good guy Joseph Adama put out a hit on the wife of his developing nemesis, Daniel Graystone. I like to be surprised and even bothered by the actions of characters sometimes. It seems more real than straight up heroes and villains. I will be even more surprised if it comes to pass. If Amanda is offed, that is one way to ensure poor Zoe will never have to watch her parents frak again.


Burn Notice

I know this is not your cup of tea, Holly, but this is part of my weekend lineup. Would it help if Jeffrey Donovan grew a Tom Selleck moustache and donned some short shorts?



The In-betweeners

Speaking of tea, I am also going to sample some BBC America sometime before Monday. Thanks to your recommendation, I have enjoyed the pilot of this series and am looking forward to the further misadventures of these poor wankers.



Men of a Certain Age

I have DVR'd a couple of episodes of this TNT series. I have enjoyed its deliberate pace and believable characters up to this point. The dialogue among the guys is clever and realistic. The dramatic situations are genuine and sometimes strike all too close to home for this man of a certain age. It helps that the trio of friends are played by actors I have enjoyed in other series over the years. Scott Bakula, Andre Braugher and Ray Romano have all shown unexpected depth in their portrayals. Contrary to some descriptions, this is NOT a Sex and the City for men. I am not even sure what that could possibly mean.


Tiger Woods Press Conference

I was so put off by all the hype leading up to this "event" I swore I would not watch. This was not a Presidential announcement or even "news" by most definitions. Yet, I am ashamed to admit I found myself watching as it unfolded. I was left feeling thankful that I have not been in a position that required a public apology for all the stupid shit I have done in my life. Let those without sin, cast the first golf ball.


So this is what will be on as I lean back in my recliner and cozy up to my own bowl of popcorn. Minus the Snuggie, of course.


Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day

Thinking of some of the TV couples I remember watching, for better or worse:


Alice the Maid and Sam the Butcher, The Brady Bunch
I'm foregoing the obvious choice of groovy parents Carol and Mike Brady in favor of the real heat (and meat) of this show.  These two wild things were the real deal.  How could you wear matching bowling shirts and not be in love?


Lovey and Thurston Howell, III, Gilligan's Island
Who didn't love this rich, daft couple?  Their affection for each other was genuine through thick and thin.  Two heads (and hearts) are better than one.  Which is a good thing, because their collective IQ may have been in the high double digits.




Maddie and David, Moonlighting
So wrong for each other, but it felt so right.  Best small-screen chemistry of the 80s.  Remember the soft focus that was for Cybil Sheperd only?  Divatabulous!


Edith and Archie Bunker, All in the Family
This was true love.  Who else could live with either of these two?  So sad when Edith died.  Those were the days.



Weezy and George Jefferson, The Jeffersons
George probably could have wooed some young floozy from the dry cleaning counter with promises of a "deeee-luxe apartment in the sky," but he only had eyes for his Weezy.  Kudos to him.


Laura and Luke, General Hospital
The American royal wedding.  Who can forget the puffy shoulders on that awful dress?  Worth skipping school to see.


Carrie Bradshaw and "Big"/John, Sex and the City
Sometimes, love gets in the way of what's best for you.  And when heartbreak happens, your girlfriends will take you shopping.


Susan and George, Seinfeld
The most bizarre, twisted relationship in the history of prime time.  Till death do us part, or not.


Rachel and Ross, Friends
As annoying apart as they were together.  And yes, Rachel, you WERE on a break.