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Well, for most people another three day weekend has passed. If you were fortunate, that meant you spent the past few days drinking, sleeping, drinking, eating, and drinking again. But even in the midst of good ole weekend fun, there was TV to be had, and unfortunately, not much of it was spectacular. We had the frenetic, migraine-inducing Jonny Zero, some old fashioned "Dead Person's Remains In Your Face" on Desperate Housewives, a snooze-tastic Golden Globes show, and oh yeah, two missed field goals by the Jets (but we won't talk about that). Where to begin?
Jonny Zero: Here's a question. How can you tell something is urban on Fox? If you answered "shaky cameras", "jump cuts", or "grainy filters", you are correct! Such were the lessons learned on Fox's latest attempt to catch the gritty world of Da Streetz. Yes, "Jonny Zero" finally made its muscle-clad arrival Friday night, and after a brief bout of nausea brought on by an assault of edits, I was able to settle in and kind of enjoy this determinedly OK show. Unfortunately, the first episode seemed to borrow heavily from the Stephen Soderbergh school of obvious camera filters, but at least there weren't a bunch of pretentious, hyper kinetic camera movements to distract me from the action. Oh wait. There were. Sort of surprising, considering the director of the episode was none other than Mimi Leder, whose previous foray into gritty drama was über-schmaltzfest, "Pay It Forward." No word yet if Haley Joel Osment has any plans to pop up as a troubled youth ready to take on Jonny Zero (or is his name Calvo? I don't know. Nay, I don't care). Speaking of actors, the cast seems to have cornered the market on "G" celebrities as it stars Frankie G and some guy named GQ (I think he was the white guy in "Drumline"). I'm hopeful that Warren G., McG, or G. Gordon Liddy will join the cast in the imminent future, but I'm not holding my breath. Impressively enough, the show did feature a pleasant level of blood and violence, but if there's anything The OC has taught us, any edginess will soon be replaced with banter and Cotillions. I wouldn't be surprised to see Frankie G babbling about comic books and Death Cab for Cutie next week.
Desperate Housewives: Looks like the women of Wisteria Lane are back up to their shenanigans. You know, the typical ones that so many suburban mothers deal with: shooting a guy in the foot, getting your neighbor's ashen remains thrown in your face, toying with your husband on house arrest, pretending your kid has cancer so you can get into yoga. I mean, watching this show is like watching a biography of my mom and her friends. Of course, the world of "Desperate Housewives" is its own bizarro place. We learned that Mike the Plumber/ Sketchy Kitchen Man may or may not have killed a mysterious Diedre, who may or may not be Mary Alice Whats-Her-Name. We also learned that Bree is erotically drawn to pistols, even when presented by non-erotic figures, like her new pharmacist friend/casual stalker. You see, after a botched date resulted in Bree shooting friendly George Williams in the foot, the freshly toe-less wonder slunk back to his house where he found consolation in old security footage of Bree talking to him in the pharmacy. You know, the more creepy lurkers the merrier. Now we have George, Zach, Zach's dad, Mike, and the occasional menace of Richard Roundtree. Eventually this show will just turn into lots of people peering mischievously at each other from behind draperies and trees.
As for Susan, life as a closeted arsonist finally caught up with her as she found herself needing to tell Edie about that whole pesky home-burning experience. Edie took the news relatively well, although she did empty an urn's worth of Mrs. Huber's ashes on Susan's face. Amazingly, Edie opted not to narc on her pyromaniac friend but instead requested to be simply invited to the Tuesday poker game. Most awkward poker game EVER. Elsewhere on Wisteria Lane, Lynette shaved her kid's head to get gum out of his hair, but when the local biatches at the health club thought her boy was suffering from cancer, she was treated to complimentary access to yoga classes. Of course this very "Curb Your Enthusiasm" plot line ended in public humiliation as a cancer survivor attempted to lionize Lynette's kid. And so another week passed with the excellent Felicity Huffman relegated to the sidelines of the Wisteria Lane scandals.
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Comments (3)
Well, since I have no life, the highlight of my weekend was spent watching the Golden Globes. The sadest part of that is the fact that I had not seen any of the movies nominated in any of the categories yet I was still able to predict many of the winners ahead of time.
Actually, the only reason I watched was to see all of the stars in their pretty thousand dollar gowns and I didn't want to suffer through those red carpet interviews. The gown that stood out the most belonged to Nicole Kidman. Maybe she only did it because she was on NBC, but she was dressed like a peacock. It wouldn't have been my first choice for a dress but I guess it looked good on her.
1 of 3 | Posted by Lisa | Posted on January 18, 2005 11:27 AM
What, no comment on the ultimate Golden Globes throw-down: Joan and Melissa vs. Star Jones (Reynolds)???
2 of 3 | Posted by Erin H | Posted on January 18, 2005 11:32 AM
Wow - I never connected Nicole Kidman's peacock dress with the show airing on NBC. I doubt it crossed her mind but it's pretty funny.
3 of 3 | Posted by melis | Posted on January 18, 2005 4:36 PM