Author: Will Harris (Page 113 of 261)

Will is a member of the Television Critics Association and has written for Decider.com, the Onion A.V. Club, The Dissolve, Indiewire, Rhino.com, TV Week Magazine, The Virginian-Pilot, Popdose.com, and EW.com along with writing for Bullz-Eye.com and Premium Hollywood.

Greetings to the New Series: “Sons of Anarchy”

With “The Shield” entering its final season and “Nip/Tuck” heading to a conclusion in 2010, it’s high time that FX found itself a new signature drama or two…and given that “Dirt” has been cancelled, “The Riches” hasn’t gotten a third-season pick-up, and “Damages” is more popular among TV critics than actual viewers, they really to step up their game and hunt up a new series that can be embraced by a larger audience.

Enter “Sons of Anarchy,” a show which is somewhat Shakespearean in spirit but ultimately comes off more like “The Sopranos” if members of the Mafia were replaced with motorcycle-straddling toughs. Not that that’s a bad thing…especially not when Drea de Matteo’s in the cast of this show, too.

I was able to check out the first episode of the series when I was out in L.A. at the TCA Press Tour, but it was late and I was exhausted, so although I walked away from it feeling that it was too dark for its own good, I also felt like I wasn’t giving it my all as a critic, so I vowed to watch it again when it made its formal debut on FX. Now that I’ve done so, I admit that I found myself enjoying it a little more this time around…but it’s still pretty damned dark.

Not that the darkness is all that surprising. After all, “Sons of Anarchy” is the creation of Kurt Sutter, who’s done just about everything there is to do on “The Shield,” having produced, directed, written, and story-edited on that series, not to mention the fact that he played the role of Margos Dezerian. So, basically, the guy knows dark.

Setting aside the darkness, however, the bigger concern is whether or not the saga of a biker gang can be made into a series that the average viewer can latch onto.

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Greetings to the New Show: “90210”

Like every other critic in the free world, I was unable to screen the new “90210” in advance, since the producers of the show decided to keep it under wraps and premiere it for everyone at the same time. Due to a scheduling conflict (one of our cars is in the shop, and I needed to pick my wife up from work), I was unable to start viewing it right at 8 PM EST, but when I logged onto my computer before hitting “play” on the TiVo, I spotted the following status update from one of my friends on MySpace:

Christiethinks the new 90210 blows goats.
Mood: cynical.

Wow. And I thought *I* was bad.

As it happens, I actually rather enjoyed the premiere of “90210,” though it’s probably telling that the adults in the show seem to be about ten times better written than the teenagers.

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Old Show, New Season: “Gossip Girl”

Ah, “Gossip Girl.” Thank God for your first season coming out on DVD just in time for me to become so sufficiently smitten with the series as a guilty pleasure that I was actually a little bit excited about the second-season premiere…and now that my daughter’s off on a field trip with her nana, I can write a bit about the season opener as well as the two episodes that follow it.

So what did everyone’s favorite teen-aged Upper East Siders do over the summer? Well, despite Blair’s concerns, Serena didn’t just spend her summer sitting around, watching ‘The Closer’ and eating take-out…but nor did she dare to have any sort of rebound relationship. Yes, it’s true: Serena still misses Dan. Blair, meanwhile, tried to spend her summer forgetting about Chuck by starting to date a lad named James…or did she do it to make Chuck jealous? Either way, we still ended up with a moment that confirmed once and for all that creator Josh Schwartz is absolutely out to take this show over the top, when James turned out to be an English lord who had taken on a false identity as a commoner so that he could find a woman who wasn’t just after his title.

Awesome.

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Old Show, New Season: “America’s Next Top Model”

Anyone with a Y-chromosome who’s ever watched “America’s Next Top Model” will quickly testify that there are always at least fourteen good reasons to watch the series. Granted, you might need to keep a finger on the mute button at all times, but, still, over the course of the show’s previous ten seasons, the eye candy on display has generally been quite spectacular, and the status quo remains unchanged for Season 11 (premiering on Sept. 3rd at 8 PM), as you can see below:

I’ve never actually sat through a full episode of the series, but my mother-in-law is such a huge fan of the show that, when the screener for the Season 11 premiere arrived, I knew it would make her happy if we watched it when she came over to our house for dinner. As I watched the events unfold on the screen, my jaw kept dropping progressively lower with each passing moment, not because of the gorgeous women filing past the camera (though, certainly, the majority of them were indeed quite attractive) but, rather, because of the complete stupidity of the sci-fi scenario through which hostess Tyra Banks decide to approach the premiere episode.

Using only the cheapest special effects and most ridiculous wigs and costumes, the models were welcomed to The Top Model Institute of Technology, a top-secret, highly-classified building “where we build better models.” Seriously, to use the word “retarded” as a descriptor is to cause insult to the mentally handicapped, so let’s stick with a phrase like “stupid as hell” instead, shall we? One of the contestants makes the comment that she’s excited by this concept because she’s a big fan of “2001: A Space Odyssey,” but whatever she says after that is immediately blocked out by all the noise being made by the corpses of Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke turning over in their respective graves. You may feel that the height of stupidity has been reached when one of the models feigns fascination with a piece of technology called the Glam-inator 11.0, asking in a shocked tone, “They got technology like that? Are we gonna come back like us, or are we gonna be transformed into a robot or something?” You would be wrong to do so, however, as the Glam-inator promptly overloads and spits out Tyra Banks, dressed in a costume straight out of “My Living Doll,” moving back and forth stiffly, and spitting out excruciating dialogue in a staccato tone because she’s – wait for it – the Tyra-Bot.

“I’m not looking for an ANTM as in America’s Next Top Martian,” says Banks. “I’m looking for America’s Next Top what…?” And when the models reply in unison with the appropriate answer, she responds in her best robot voice, “I’m having a…little bit of a…technical difficulty. I didn’t hear you.”

I believe it was at this point when I turned to my mother-in-law and said, “Really? This is the show that you’ve been watching with such dedication since it first came on the air…?”

“I swear to God,” she assured me, “it has never been this cheesy before. Never. This is awful. This is just…stupid.”

Boy, is it.

The big thing that’s going to bring in curious viewers this time around is the decision to include a trans-gender contestant in the bunch. The contestant’s name is Isis , and…look, I’ve gotta tell ya: no matter what gender she may be, she’s not consistently attractive (she’s definitely someone who needs make-up to be model-worthy), and her lanky figure gives her a really weird stride on the runway. Tyra and company seem to really like her, though, so I think there’s every reason to believe that Isis will be kept around for the long haul, but on the whole, here’s the contestant that I’m rooting for:

Her name is Analeigh Tipton, a 19-year-old from Sacramento, California, who’s a super-cute hippie chick. Whether or not she’ll make it to the end of the contest, I have no idea…and I wouldn’t begin to pretend that I’ll be tuning in every week to find out.

I’ll probably ask my mother-in-law how she’s doing, though.

How To Rob A Bank

“How To Rob A Bank” seems like it should be way more exciting than it actually is. It should be a gripping drama about a guy named Jinx (Nick Stahl) who starts his day battling with his bank over withdrawal fees and accidentally finds himself caught up in a bank robbery and locked in a vault with a sexy tech expert (Erika Christensen). Instead, we get a film full of almost nothing but people making phone calls to each other, and although it only lasts for 81 minutes, it still somehow manages to feel as though it drags on forever. Terry Crews (“Everybody Hates Chris”) remains mostly stoic throughout the flick, with Gavin Rossdale – yes, that’s right: the dude who used to be in Bush but who’s now better known for being married to Gwen Stefani – offering a more than serviceable job as one of the robbers, even if it’s only because British accents almost always make dialogue sound better than it actually is. So how do you rob a bank? If every would-be bank robber had to watch this movie in order to discover the secret, then the number of thefts within our nation’s financial institutions surely would plummet.

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