Letters to the Editor
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Yeah, I could do without the explicit sex
I mean, I'm not against sex. I just think it's mixing apples and oranges to combine a drama on HBO with porn. Porn is for making you horny, is it not? Do we always want to get horny? Will I have to orgasm every time I watch this show in order to get to sleep? Maybe I just want to watch a show and go to bed with a good book. I guess I won't watch this one.
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Why nobody loves Chachi
I seem to remember Pam Anderson on Howard Stern many years ago talking about how she dated Scott Biao. She said he gave her a really boring Christman present. I can't recall if it was a plaid sweater, or a sewing machine, but Howard and his crew were aghast and amused by Chachi's lame gift.
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Don't worry, ain't going there
The promos already turned me off this show. I've seen all I want of the whiny husband jerking off, the whiny wife demanding to have a baay-bee, and her male-model husband complaining about HAVING to have sex. Oh, and Jane Alexander lording over it all.
More pretty people pissing and moaning because their lives are only 99 percent perfect. Just what we're all aching for.
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Wow another review of HBO programming
what are the odds of that?
I watched "The Lonely Place" on TCM this morning. Blows the wheels off everything on TV.
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i doubt i have any relelvance
but there are plenty of reasons to want sex, much like there are plenty of reasons to not want sex.
almost always, they have very little to do with the relative attractiveness/desireabiliy of said opposite partner.
we are. we do. what else is there?
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Serious. Very Serious. Of the Utmost Seriousness.
Ew. They really could not have picked a more perfect actress than Ally Walker for a ridiculous show like this. With her bizarre squinting and grimacing and bug-eye-ing and awful overacting, she is the exemplar of Serious Bad Acting.
I don't think I am particularly prudish or controlling, but if I were married to a woman who was going to work and manipulating some other guy's penis to the point of erection and further, I might just have a wee problem with that.
But you are right, Heather. I will probably take a look just to see how far they go. I'm a pig.
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thirtysomething
Elliot and Nancy. Best tv separation and marriage counseling and near-divorce and reconciliation ever. Followed by best depiction of a couple dealing with cancer. That was brilliant, gripping tv about real people.
No, it wasn't on HBO. But it did get plenty of exposure. It was on during the gap between Happy Days and today. Sorry if Heather missed it.
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well the review was worth the price of admission
Seriously, whether or not the show was as bad as all that, the review made my day. Funny stuff.
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Great Review
Thanks for the review. I won't tune in. I hear the real stuff when dealing with my children and their spouses. I'll stick to television for entertainment until everyone grows up.
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Ordinary People: 1980
Nuff said.
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Kind of late, isn't it?
One of the main duties of a TV critic (mentioned here, since a certain someone apparently didn't learn it) is to be a traffic reporter. If there is a gigantic, appalling wreck in the road, the reader is warned to find alternate paths to entertainment. The people who slow up while passing a wreck, to look at the severed limbs and spilled blood, are called "lookie-loos" in my part of the country - and that's the cleanest thing they're called - and they hold up all the people behind them who are trying to get somewhere.
This Scott Baio program should have had an "alternate route posting" after the first episode, if it's so bad. You don't say "ooh, look at the corpse in the road" about a show after the last episode! (Especially in a dead time of the television season, when things to talk about are rare.) To delay that announcement might mean...well, maybe that the traffic reporter wants other people to suffer the same way she apparently suffered. In other words, another example, as if we needed one, of how much Havrilesky despises the people who read her column.
Which, I guess, makes me a lookie-loo too. I can't help but wonder how bad this is going to get.
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The problem with Scott Baio
I was excited about Scott Baio is 45 and Single. The biggest problem with it may have been all the things Heather said (I quit watching after Episode 1). My problem with it was that it followed the oh so craptacular Rock of Love, which is everything a person could want in reality programming - train wrecks, a slightly more interesting than you could have imagined main character, ridiculous premises, winners and Losers.
It was just like John of Cincinnati trying to follow the Sopranos - it may have been a good show on its own, but as a follow-up to the Sopranos it couldn't help but fail.
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*sigh*
Look...I know this is your job and all...an assignment that you have little choice but to write about...but what makes anyone think I'm interested in reading a review of a totally inane television program, much less actually watch it?
I mean, thanks for the warning, but I never made it past the first page...
Damn, I really wish Scott Baio would do something good again. "The Bread, My Sweet" was, if not great, then pretty good, and worth watching; I enjoyed that experience. I guess the director deserves credit for that one.
Maybe it went to his head.
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Boring therapists offering nonsense
Pardon me for being stupid, but I thought "therapists" were supposed to offer insights that may have been missed by us. From what I see on TV, most of them either offer their version of what a TV therapist is expected to say or they show how downright dumb they are. The Bald One is included in that category, too.
Who wants to sit through therapy with a miserable couple? Not me. And who wants to watch a dork has-been act even dorkier (sp?) on a series? Nope, not me either. Pack it in, Scott, and look for a career in selling something you might be good at--say cotton candy on the boardwalk.