Month: March 2006 (Page 3 of 23)

Zero hour ain’t so bad

Poor Locke! The old dog finally shakes the ghost of his father, and then, after learning of his death via the weekly obit column, discovers that he’s not really dead. To make matters worse, he asks Peggy Bundy to marry him, only to get denied and sent packing. AND THEN… back on Temptation Island (oh wait, that’s a different show), he gets trapped inside the hatch alone with Creepy Balloon Guy, and when they manage to jar open the blast door, it falls right onto John’s legs. Ouch. Meanwhile, the clock is ticking down, and when it hits zero (or does it?), all of the normal lights go out. Then, several blacklights turn on and reveal… a giant map with a big question mark in the middle drawn in pink invisible ink on the very blast door that Locke is trapped beneath.

As Locke waits for help (none of which he gets because Jack and Sawyer are in the middle of a pissing match), Charlie, Sayid and Ana locate the smiley face balloon and the supposed grave of Creepy Balloon Guy’s wife. What the trio discovers, however, is not the body of a dead woman, but rather a dead black man with a driver’s license that reads: Henry Gale, the alias that Creepy Balloon Guy has been using for the past few weeks. Uh-oh! Someone’s been caught with their hand in the cookie jar!

…And speaking of everyone suddenly sucking

…American Idol host Ryan Seacrest was recently spotted sucking face with Desperate Housewife Teri Hatcher:

ryanteri photo

Could this be another “let’s put those gay rumors to rest once and for all” publicity stunt (Tom Cruise, we’re looking in your direction)…or is Ryan just a poor, misunderstood metrosexual with an unfortunate addiction to hair-care products?

Only time will tell.

American Idol: When Everyone Suddenly Sucks

What the hell happened to the “American Idol” contestants this week? Were they serving up suck sanwiches outside the Kodak Theatre? Last night, there were only a handful of decent showings and a lot of them were just plain awful as the contestants took on songs from the last six years.

I have a theory, and it’s that with recent hits there is no way to change up a song and make it your own. You have to be either as good or better than the original, especially to an America that is ready to hit redial 50 times to place their vote for you. If anything, last night proved that this season’s class is actually human. Here is the scary recap:

THE GOOD

Paris Bennett was an early Vanadalay favorite, and still remains that way. She sang Beyonce’s “Work it Out” and while it’s not as convincing when a slightly chubby 17 year old does it, Paris was way better than anyone else last night. Randy said it was “hot,” and that might be pushing it, but Paris is alive and well in this thing.

Taylor Hicks took on Ray Lamontagne’s “Trouble” and it was a very good choice for him. Simon said it was an “excellent vocal.” I disagree, but it was a solid B-plus and that was better than most last night.

THE IN-BETWEEN

Mandisa took on a gospel song, something she apparently sings a lot of at home in Nashville. Still, it’s dangerous taking on a song that anyone outside the Christian community doesn’t know, and as Simon said, it was “self-indulgent.” Mandisa wailed as she always does but did go off-key in spots and it just wasn’t up to the standards we’ve come to expect. Look for her to rebound next week though.

Chris Daughtry sang Creed’s “What If” and it begged the question: “What if Scott Stapp could actually sing?” He would be Chris Daughtry. But of course, Scott Stapp is a tool, and I”m sure that Chris is a respectable young man. Anyway, Chris did a pretty good job but isn’t going to be a top vote-getter for his performance.

Bucky Covington (is he really still in this thing?) sang Tim McGraw and it was pretty much a yawn-fest. Simon said he couldn’t understand a word Bucky was singing, and he was right….but he really didn’t sound all that bad either.

Elliott Yamin sang Gavin DeGraw’s “I Don’t Wanna Be,” and even though the judges liked it, he is not in the same class as Bo Bice, who sang the same song last season on his way to runner-up status.

THE BAD

Lisa Tucker started the night off, and I confess to predicting Lisa would go really far when I first heard her sing. But after hearing her butcher Kelly Clarkson’s “Because of You,” I’m sad to say she might be going home this week. Simon said the song was too big for Lisa’s voice, and if anything, it showed the difference between her and Kelly Clarkson, and that says it all.

Kellie Pickler sang Sara Evans’ “Suds in a Bucket” and while it was a cutesy choice for her personality, that personality never came out and it was just a piss-poor performance overall. Kellie needs to start showing a spark of some sort to keep her in this thing.

Ace Young, are you really still hanging around too? You won’t be for long after that awful rendition of Train’s “Drops of Jupiter.” Not only did it not even come close to the original, I told Mrs. Vandalay that I could have sang it better than Ace. He made things worse by pointing to a scar on his chest when a lyric came up about a scar, and Paula took the bait by getting all giddy and saying “Ace, you’ll have to tell me how you got that scar at some point.” Simon said “PAU-LA!” and I think most of America did too….I smell another sex scandal!

Catharine McPhee, while wearing form-fitting clothes to make sure America stops thinking she’s pregnant, sang Christina Aguilera and the judges thought it was okay. Judge Vandalay thinks it was all over the place, and Catharine is lucky she didn’t suck as much as Ace or Lisa.

So who will it be? I’d be really surprised if it wasn’t Ace or Lisa, though Bucky has been hanging by a thread the last few weeks too. I’m going with Lisa, because she’s been close to elimination before and because the young girls of America were probably impressed by Ace’s scar too.

Tune in tonight to find out, and tomorrow to read all about it.
Vandalay, OUT.

Next season’s “SNL” cast changes: Oh yes, there will be blood

Don’t look now, but “Saturday Night Live” is getting funny again. Thanks to a massive infusion of good young talent, featuring Bill Hader, Andy Samberg, Kristin Wiig and Jason Sudeikis, “SNL” is better than it’s been in years, due in large part to the now-famous Digital Shorts “Lazy Sunday” and “A Day in the Life of Natalie Portman.” The kids are the stars…

…and you better believe that the repertory players know it. Screen time for nearly all of the veterans has dropped to the point where many of them are making their first appearance in the “five to one-er” (the last skit of the night). I smell blood in the water, and expect there to be a massive overhauling of the cast in the offseason. But don’t take my word for it: Lorne Michaels has already said as much as early as December. I’d link to the article, but it’s the New York Times, and you have to pay per piece online. Fuck that.

And so, I decided to go through the cast of repertory players (there is no doubt in our minds that all featured players will be repertory players next season) and predict which ones will be back for another year.

Fred Armisen: Stays. Fred isn’t the funniest guy on the staff – if anything, he is the king of uncomfortable humor, like his Indian standup comedian and those Goddamned Nuni skits – but he’s game for anything (three words: Camilla Parker Bowles) and does enough writing to keep himself involved each week. Loved his George Carlin impression during the Sean Penn Celebrity Roast, though. And the Prince Show. Always love the Prince Show. Pity Prince was too cool for school to appear on it when he was the musical guest.

Rachel Dratch: Gone. This is a bittersweet prediction, as I saw Rachel numerous times when she was a member of Second City, and she was always a ton of fun to watch. But her funniest skit was Sully & Denise, starring former cast member Jimmy Fallon. Everything else they’ve given her – Debbie Downer, Abe Sheinwald, Sheldon – should never have become recurring skits. And don’t even get me started on that deformed baby thing. She’s become the butt of every joke, and she deserves better than that. Expect her to walk.

Tina Fey: Gone. This one hurts the most. She is the best “Weekend Update” anchor in the show’s history, and as head writer has come up with some of “SNL’s” best work of the last nine years. But she just had a baby, and is starting her own show (currently dubbed “Untitled Tina Fey Project”), along with writing another movie (“Curly Oxide and Vic Thrill”). That’s an awful lot on one plate, which means something has to give. Sadly, we think it’s “SNL.” Man, I hope I’m wrong about this one.

Will Forte: Stays. Every show needs a straight man, and for “SNL” that man is Will. Plus, that Zell Miller impression is to die for. Think that vein in his forehead will ever pop?

Darrell Hammond: Stays. The ability to do impressions of every news personality is a huge plus (though I miss the Hardball skits), not to mention Trump, Cheney, and…Don Knotts? Wow, was that awesome, even if he didn’t look a thing like him. The new kids’ talents as master impressionists – Hader and Wiig are possibly the best impressionists the show has ever seen – is going to feed right into Hammond’s wheelhouse. He’s not going anywhere.

Seth Meyers: Stays. The biggest stone cold lead pipe lock of them all. He takes over as head writer when Tina Fey leaves, which means we should prepare for lots and lots of Appalachian Emergency Room and Needlers skits. Luckily for me, I think those skits are hilarious.

Finesse Mitchell: Gone. Where’s a brother gonna get some screen time? Finesse has been getting shafted left and right lately, and unlike Tracey Morgan, he doesn’t have the arsenal of recurring skits (Brian Fellows, Astronaut Jones) to guarantee him some face time. If I were him, watching all these punk-ass kids taking all of the scenes, I’d start working on a new standup routine and hit the road, jack.

Chris Parnell: Stays. He and Andy Samberg are clearly brothers from another mother, and their love of rap satire will carry both of them for years to come. A straight man in the Will Forte mold, but also willing to let it all hang out (Tyler in the Appalachian Emergency Room skits, Merv the Perv), Parnell may not be a marquee name, but his influence is undeniable.

Amy Poehler: Stays. An even bigger lock than Seth Meyers. She’s the only female cast member to get as much or more time than Kristen Wiig, and they will need her to usher in the new era of Weekend Update once Tina Fey leaves. Oh, and she’s also the funniest woman on the cast, though Wiig is giving her a run for her money.

Maya Rudolph: Gone. I love Maya, but she’s done. She, like Tina Fey, just had a baby, and isn’t getting into nearly enough skits to justify working the crazy hours that go into putting an “SNL” show together. She was in, what, one skit in the Matt Dillon episode? Why even bring her back from maternity leave? Of course, losing her means losing the Prince Show, and that is unfortunate. On the plus side, it means that we never had to see that annoying-as-fuck Nuni skit with Fred Armisen. Are you getting the impression that I don’t like the Nuni skit?

Horatio Sanz: Gone. Simply put, he hasn’t been the same since Jimmy Fallon left. He provided invaluable support to every Sully & Denise skit, not to mention his bits in Jarred’s Room as Gobi and those Hussein/Bin Laden skits that degenerated into uncontrollable fits of laughter, something that would have been frowned upon by the “SNL” founding fathers. He was a sport for filling in for Tina Fey on Weekend Update when she was on maternity leave, but all of his partners in crime are gone, and he seems to be adrift these days. The biggest fear in this prediction being true: there will be a “Boat Trip 2.” But we kid; not even Sanz would sign on for that movie.

Kenan Thompson: Stays: He has ten times the versatility of Finesse Mitchell, and his Deep House Dish skits are money (yes, Rachel Dratch is his co-host, but all he does is humiliate her, which is pretty much what everyone does to Dratch these days. She can be replaced, no harm done). And even if he didn’t have those, there is his spot-on impression of Bill Cosby. Besides, how do you get rid of the co-star of what will surely be the most successful cult movie of all time, “Snakes on a Plane“?

One last thought: I find it curious that the page that contained links to all of the cast biographies featured a picture of Will Ferrell and Cheri Oteri. What a slap in the face of the current cast. Shame on you, Lorne.

Drop everything and watch this

Whatever you are doing right now, it can’t possibly be as important as your need to view what is undoubtedly the finest half-hour television series starring Owen Wilson as a talking motorcycle ever made: “Heat Vision and Jack,” a Fox pilot from 1999 that never made it to air.

Heat Vision Poster

Oh, and as if the talking-motorcycle angle weren’t enough to recommend it, the series was directed and executive produced by Ben Stiller, features a theme song by Tom Jones (covering Yaz, no less), and stars Jack Black as an astronaut whose close encounter with the sun caused his brain to expand like cookie dough, making him the world’s smartest man (but only when the sun is up, in sort of a reverse-vampire twist).

Still not convinced? Okay, how about this: the episode also features the late Vincent Schiavelli as an alien life form with hilariously low-tech glowing eyes, stars Ron Silver as a cold-blooded-killer version of himself, and even manages to sneak in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it visual reference to Superman II.

YouTube will undoubtedly be barraged with cease-and-desist orders from Fox momentarily, even though Fox couldn’t be bothered to broadcast the pilot episode even one time on its own airwaves…so watch it now, while you still can.

Admit it: You really don’t have anything better to do for the next twenty-two minutes, so just give in to temptation. You’ll be glad you did.

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