Category: Reviews (Page 86 of 120)

Who needs writers when you’ve got a beard?

If that’s not officially the new slogan of “The Late Show with David Letterman,” it might as well be, since it’s Dave’s facial hair that’s gotten more mention in the press than the actual content of his first few shows.

I’m always gonna pick Letterman over Leno, given that the former was directly responsible for a young high school student in Chesapeake, VA, to finally learn that you can be perceived as a lot funnier if you choose your moments, so I’m not going to be able to speak to how well Leno’s doing in his post-strike return. (I do, however, think he’s stirred up a hornet’s nest with this whole issue of whether or not he’s able to just whip himself up a monologue, given that he’s a WGA member.) I can, however, say that it’s good to have Letterman back…even if he is just doing the same old show he was doing before the strike started.

You gotta give the guy credit, though: he walked onto the stage amidst a crowd of leggy dancing girls holding “Writers Guide of America On Strike” signs, thereby announcing that, yes, he’s still fighting the fight for the WGA. Later in the show, however, he scored a far more specific hit by bringing on “Late Show” strike captain Bill Scheft on to interrupt a punchline about a pair of electric underpants.

“Unfortunately, we’re not going to be able to show you the conclusion of this joke. Why? Well, it’s to remind you that, even though the ‘Late Show’ writers are back at work, the WGA strike still goes on. Thousands of writers still walk the picket line every day until their legs cramp and their backs ache, only to return to a home they can now barely afford because of the producers’ greed. So to the arrogant media moguls who’ve gotten so fat over our sweat-soaked toil that they can no longer fit behind their oversized mahogany desk, I say to you, ‘Stop spending all your money on cufflinks, cocktails, and whores! Stick a crowbar in your wallet and start bargaining in good faith with the writers! Maybe then America won’t be denied the joy of seeing David Letterman hold up a pair of flaming underpants!”

God love Letterman, that’s what I say.

Another timely highlight was the top-10 list from the return episode, where Dave brought out writers from various other shows – “Law & Order: Criminal Intent,” “Late Night with Conan O’Brien,” and “The Daily Show with Jon Stewart,” to name but three – and had them offer up their top 10 demands. What was #1…? “Producers must immediately remove their heads from their asses.” Sounds fair to me.

As far as his guests go, Robin Williams is always a safe bet when a host wants to ease his way back into actually performing hosting duties – that’s what happens when you book a force of nature – but despite being as hyperactive as usual, Williams got off a lot of great jokes about Letterman’s beard, including greeting him as “General Lee.” Last night, however, Letterman had the best self-deprecating joke about his facial hair, referencing his former gig as Uncle Jesse on “The Dukes of Hazzard,” with an announcer intoning the immortal question, “Cooter, got yer ears on?” Last night also found the more entertaining first guest of Bill Maher, along with a later appearance from “Juno” star Ellen Page; musically speaking, though, I think I actually preferred the first night’s performance by Lupe Fiasco and Matt Santos rather than the song from “Young Frankenstein” we were favored with last night.

Oh, but who cares? All that really matters is that Letterman’s back. It might not solve the prime-time drought we’re suffering through, but at least we can count on new laughs at 11:30 PM, anyway.

“Gossip Girl” Revisited

It’s been awhile since I last checked in with “Gossip Girl,” and, it must be said, I haven’t regretted it a bit. I checked out the pilot, and while I was unimpressed with the show’s lack of humor, I was even less impressed with the way the series was geared toward a teenage audience while displaying a heavy emphasis on all the activities no parent wants their teenager kids to rush into. Let the kids have their fun, but I don’t have to watch it, y’know…?

In fact, here’s what I said at the time:

Remember that “Simpsons” episode when Homer praised the Smashing Pumpkins for their effect on his kids because, “thanks to your gloomy music, they’ve finally stopped dreaming of a future I can’t possibly provide”? Well, the rich, spoiled punks on this show are offering the antithesis of that. Plus, critics with teenage daughters are already screaming about how they wouldn’t want their kids to watch this sex, drug, and underage-drinking laden show…which probably means that those same kids are going to be want to tune in every week. Awesome: here comes the future…and it’s gonna suck.

Still, when the publicist at The CW (hi, Suzanne!) offered up a screener of the Jan. 2 and Jan. 9 episodes of the show, I figured, okay, fair enough, maybe it’s time to give it another shot. And while I still probably won’t be tuning in on a weekly basis, I’m willing to concede that, at the very least, this pair of episodes finds the show having absolutely soared in quality since its pilot.

Okay, maybe it hasn’t soared in quality. But, still, I was way more entertained with each of these two hours of television that I was that first episode, and it’s clearly not because I know the characters better now, given that I haven’t tuned in since then. No, it’s a combination of the writing being better and, half a season in, I’m sure it’s also to do with the actors being more comfortable with their roles now. These are being hyped as the two best episodes of the series to date, but I can’t speak to that; I will say, however, that the current drought of new episodes of any show is enough to affect one’s perception of an episode’s quality. Still, as teen drama plots go, last night’s saga – the prep school kids get busted for having a pool party on campus when one of them gets knocked unconscious and goes tumbling into the deep end – was good stuff. Next week focuses on a pregnancy scare, with Gossip Girl helping to spread the word about who’s potentially in possession of a bun in the oven, and you can’t go wrong with a plot revolving around that.

It’s not out of place to call “Gossip Girl” the “90210” of the 21st century…or maybe the “O.C.” of the latter half of the ’00s. Whatever the case, it’s clear that while the primary audience might be teens, the producers are still trying to entertain their parents, too; the bit I did love in the pilot, about Rufus Humphrey being a member of a one-hit wonder band from the ’90s, is still alive and well, with one of the sniveling teens getting off a snide line about “your dad’s cassingle.” Ouch.

Okay, fine, you win: I’ll be adding “Gossip Girl” to my list of shows I’ll be investigating when its first season is released on DVD…and in the meantime, I might…maybe…try tuning in once in awhile before then.

But for the record, I still don’t think these kids are anything approaching good role models!

Season Premiere: “The Biggest Loser”

It’s not really saying much to say that I’ve never really followed “The Biggest Loser,” given that I generally don’t tend to follow any reality shows; in fact, I’d probably have to go back to maybe the third season of “The Apprentice” to think of one that actually served as appointment television for me. Now, with the writer’s strike, I’ve finally been handed a perfect excuse to watch the show…and, yet, if I’m to be honest, my interest in it is less because there’s nothing else on and more because A) it’s the new year, B) I always threaten to try and lose weight at the beginning of a new year, and C) I think I’ve gained more weight over the course of 2007 than I have in previous years.

Yeah, that’s right: I feel guilty, and by watching these people lose weight, I’m hoping to find some sort of inspiration.

There’s a twist to this new season of the show that makes it a little bit more interesting: it’s a team effort. It’s a little reminiscent of VH-1’s “Celebrity Fit Club,” albeit without all that messy celebrity bullshit getting in the way, but watching pairs which consist of mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, longtime friends, and husbands and wives certainly makes you stop and think about just how much teamwork can assist in a situation like weight loss. Of course, it can also throw a wrench into the works, too, since you’re talking about a fair amount of baggage, too…which is particularly evident with the divorced couple who’ve decided to re-team for the show (although it isn’t ’til late in the first episode when the husband throws out an off-the-cuff comment that gets him chastised). Thrown into the mix for variety’s sake, however, are a pair who’ve never met before, and, as you might expect, it’s interesting to see how well or poorly they’ll end up working together.

I don’t think I’m telling tales out of school to say that, if only from a health standpoint, it wouldn’t kill either myself or my wife to drop a few pounds in 2008…and when I saw clips of the parents among the contestants as they worried about their kids, well, that’s all it took to convince me that it was time to pick up a new scale. Thankfully, my wife’s behind me on this. On the whole, though, I think we’d do better if we had the same cash incentive that the show’s contestants do, so if anyone wants to contribute to a fund, be sure to let me know in the Comments section…

With 4 days ’til Christmas, a publicist sent to me…

Stalking Santa.

What’s that strange taste in my mouth? By God, I think it’s the taste of a clean palate!

After two days of less than stellar Christmas flicks (and, boy, is that an understatement), I’ve stumbled upon a new film which – dare I say it? – has the potential to become a cult classic…and, for once, it’s not because it’s so awful that its sheer badness has earned it kitsch value, a la “Santa Claus Conquers the Martians.”

Stalking Santa” is a mockumentary about Dr. Lloyd Darrow (Simon Taylor), a man who’s on an obsessive quest to confirm or deny the existence of Santa Claus, even if it involves risking a Christmas morning devoid of presents. In a twist which will amuse fans of the classic ’70s series, “In Search Of,” the narration is done by the inestimable William Shatner, who provides details about Darrow’s investigations, as well as other self-proclaimed “Santologists,” with absolutely no hint that it’s all completely fictional. Shatner’s deadly-serious delivery turns the most ridiculous claims into hilarity, such as his discussion of a wax cylinder that captured a voice during a seance which, when played backwards, reveals the words, “Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas,” or the shot of an ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic which bears a striking resemblance to Kris Kringle himself. (Politically correct or not, I laughed out loud when they showed artwork of a chubby Asian fellow sitting in a lotus position and gave it the identifier of “Buddah Craus.”)

Lloyd reportedly has many supporters in his quest, but the truth is, it’s really just him and his college intern, Clarence (Daryn Tufts), who, uh, probably isn’t getting actual college credit for his work. Lloyd’s the president and CEO of an organization known as Tangible Evidence, Real Discoveries…and don’t think he doesn’t get shit for that acronym. He’s a family man, and his kids are a little uncertain about his quest, which you’d expect, since it might mean they don’t get any presents. In particular, his son is sick of his schoolmates’ tauntings, but his lovely and pregnant wife Kylie (Sierra Squires) is behind him, even though there’s no humor in her laugh when she comments that “Santology” isn’t exactly something you get paid for. (The line is followed by a shot of her working in a fast food restaurant as the family breadwinner.)

Yes, it’s easy to dismiss the entire concept of the film with a wave of the hand and a quick uttering of “there IS no Santa Claus, the end,” but only a Scrooge would do that. (Right, David?) But, seriously, this is a really funny concept that’s taken to hilarious heights and looks professional enough that, at least in appearance, it could fit onto TLC or The Discovery Channel without a second thought, especially the faux archival footage which suggests a government conspiracy to keep the existence of Santa under wraps so as not to disturb the world economy. Yeah, it descends too far into total ridiculousness on occasion (the idea that the Sphinx originally had antlers like a reindeer fell completely flat), but what keeps it working is the fact that virtually everyone believes Lloyd’s a complete nutjob…because, of course, everyone knows there’s no Santa Claus…right?

Right?

RIGHT?!?!?

(P.S. Santa, I totally know you’re real, so I’m sure you’ve chalked this up to creative license and have in no way removed that copy of the 5-disc “Blade Runner” set from your sleigh.)

With 5 days ’til Christmas, a publicist sent to me…

Deck the Halls.

And here I thought “Jingle All the Way” would be the biggest waste of time I’d experience this Christmas season.

I guess I was being naive to think that I might find myself as a member of the 7% approval rating for “Deck the Halls” on RottenTomatoes.com, but despite the odds, I just feel like you pretty much have to maintain a certain amount of optimism when you’re presented with a film starring Matthew Broderick and Danny DeVito.

My bad.

Steve Finch (Broderick) is, at least in his mind, the Pope of Christmastown…or, that is, the people in his little burg tend to think of him as having a significant amount of holiday spirit, given that he’s in charge of organizing the annual winter carnival. When Steve and his wife, Kelly (Kristen Davis), get new neighbors at the beginning of December, they’re cautiously optimistic about Buddy and Tia Hall (DeVito and Kristen Chenoweth), but when Buddy gets a wild hair up his ass to make his house visible from space by adding as many Christmas lights as possible, he quickly incurs Buddy’s wrath. Before long, things devolve into a full-fledged war between Steve and Buddy about just about everything you can imagine.

Why, pray tell, does Hollywood insist on making these broad slapstick holidays films starring big names where the characters’ actions in no way resemble those of real people?

I really can’t even be bothered to tell you a lot about the film, except that it’s dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I mean, if we ever do an update of “Holiday Movies Bad Enough To Make You Hate Christmas,” rest assured that this’ll be making my list. Both DeVito and Broderick play characters who are in no way sympathetic, which means that you don’t give a damn who’s going to eventually turn out victorious, especially since you already know that the ending will be so sappy and schmaltzy that it won’t matter, anyway.

7%…? Sounds a little optimistic to me.

There’s no trailer available for the flick on YouTube, but try watching this clip of the cast being interviewed by National Lampoon, instead. It’s not knee-slapping hilarious, but it’s still funnier than the film itself.

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