This was the year TV dared to be odd. Comedies and dramas across the dial flirted with darkness and freaks and bizarre references and tiny subcultures and left the big, obvious, conventional stories and plotlines far behind. Instead of tolerating the same generically likable characters and bland, familiar American lives, we traveled through time and space to meet manic community college professors, polygamists struggling with money troubles, a suicidal retired CEO, a self-deprecating geek with a knack for extreme neurological makeovers and a gay couple bickering over their adopted daughter's bedroom mural.
Yes, this year, bad TV was still bad. But good TV? Good TV was smart and weird and hilarious and fun and provocative -- remarkably so. This year, TV overachieved, and instead of one or two quirky, original, suspenseful, strange shows, we had about 15 of them. If that sounds like an exaggeration, well, maybe you're watching the wrong stuff.
1. "Mad Men"
"That's life. One minute you're on top of the world, the next minute some secretary is running you over with a lawnmower." In describing the bloody John Deere calamity at Sterling Cooper, Joan Holloway (Christina Hendricks) might as well have been summarizing the cultural tidal wave about to take America out at the knees. If "Mad Men" seemed to veer off the tracks in Season 3 -- Violent bohemians! Grueling childbirth! Betty (January Jones) and Peggy (Elisabeth Moss) making kissy-face with old guys! -- the madness made sense against the vertigo of the times. After all, when the advertising gurus go from slinging hairspray and staging chirpy reenactments of Ann-Margret's "Bye Bye, Birdie!" to grappling with the unexpected brutality of JFK's assassination, the fallout is sure to extend beyond rumpled hairstyles. The genius of Matthew Weiner's meticulously imagined drama is that the serene perfection and glossy exterior that the series has become known for feels like it's about to be blown out of the water like the idealized decoy that it is: Marriages are unraveling, long-held traditions and beliefs are starting to look as outdated as Betty Draper's 24-hour bra, and Sterling Cooper has been disassembled and reimagined in a scrappy new form. "Mad Men" doesn't just invite us back into the past, it forces us to question our long-held, oversimplified notions about those times. Or, as Don Draper put it in the first season of the show, "I feel like Dorothy. Everything just turned to color." Likewise, the vibrant, imaginative world of "Mad Men" sometimes made everything else on TV look as flat as black-and-white.
2. "Modern Family"
Aliens have assumed for years now that family sitcoms were merely government-sponsored cautionary tales of how dangerously lame and devoid of laughter people become the second they get married and have kids. Thankfully, ABC's "Modern Family" is here to set them straight, proving for the first time since "Arrested Development" that families and comedy aren't mutually exclusive. Against all odds, creators Steven Levitan and Christopher Lloyd managed to start with a gay couple who adopt a baby, two middle-aged parents with two school-age kids and a teenager, and an older guy with a trophy wife, and spin the whole mess into comic gold. From Jay's (Ed O'Neill) eye-rolling acceptance of his odd stepson ("When I first heard Manny wanted to fence I was like, sure, uncoordinated kid, lethal weapon? How could this go wrong?") to the hilariously coy banter between Cameron (Eric Stonestreet) and Mitchell (Jesse Tyler Ferguson) ("You had to clip my wings, which you used to be the wind beneath!"), "Modern Family" is packed to the brim with hilarious but realistic characters, pitch-perfect familial squabbling and absurdly ill-fated scenarios that devolve in unpredictable ways (Luke's elaborate but treacherous birthday party is one recent favorite). And speaking of unpredictable, who could've known that the best new comedy on TV this year would be full of beleaguered parents and obnoxious kids? Or as Manny would say, "Ugh, kids! You don't have to tell me, my school is full of them."
3. "In Treatment"
No sooner had HBO's "Tell Me You Love Me" demonstrated that almost nothing under the sun could be more tedious and unbearable than a TV show about therapy than HBO's "In Treatment" arrived to prove just the opposite. In the show's second season, the offices of therapist Paul Weston (Gabriel Byrne) once again unveiled a steady flow of tense scenes and characters so deftly scripted that they had audiences sniffing and weeping their way through big boxes of tissues right along with them. How could therapy be so riveting? In part, "In Treatment" works because the show's writers acknowledge the limitations and frustratingly distancing language of therapy even as they explore its benefits for the emotionally shell-shocked clients who find their ways to Weston's door. As tough as it was to invent a worthy follow-up to "In Treatment's" dynamic first season, all of the new clients were compelling, from retiring business executive Walter (John Mahoney), with his alternately infuriating and heartbreaking self-protective tics, to biological time bomb Mia (Hope Davis), who may be my favorite complicated, conflicted female character ever to appear on a drama other than "Six Feet Under." And of course, Byrne was utterly believable as the sensitive professional who remains confused about his own issues. "In Treatment" offered the immediacy and emotional impact of an engrossing play, while showcasing the most intricately drawn, exquisitely performed characters on TV this year.
4. "Parks and Recreation"
After an amusing but unremarkable first season, NBC's "Parks and Recreation" leaned into the seemingly limited comedic possibilities of small-town government in Indiana and pulled out one absurdly funny episode after another, from the dismissive Venezuelan officials visiting from Pawnee's sister city to the soft-porn appeal of local beauty pageants. Whether Leslie Knope (Amy Poehler) is trying to save an empty lot from the malevolent forces at the library or trying to broach the subject of Tom's divorce ("And … how are your institutions … that you're a part of?" she finally asks him), she sticks to her principles. When Ron Swanson's (Nick Offerman) ex-wife Tammy (a great guest spot by Megan Mullally) asks whether Leslie would rather be unscrupulous but sexy like Cleopatra or principled but plain like Eleanor Roosevelt, Leslie is incredulous: "What kind of lunatic would want to be Cleopatra over Eleanor Roosevelt?!!" Thanks to some smart character development and some ridiculously entertaining stories this season, the female leader we really want to emulate is Leslie Knope. Three cheers for Leslie and three cheers for Pawnee.
5. "30 Rock"
Liz Lemon (Tina Fey) and Jack Donaghy (Alec Baldwin) may be searching for a new star for TGS, but "30 Rock" itself doesn't need any new curveballs to keep our attention this season. Despite the sudden rush of fine comedies on TV this fall, there's just something special about this depraved gaggle of industry weirdos that makes our hearts sing. "30 Rock" successfully dramatizes everything from class differences to the unbearable preciousness of actors to thirtysomething biological clocks, veering into the absurd, the outrageous, the utterly freakish with equal abandon. Whether the show is taking on Facebook ("Those sites are for horny married chicks with kids who want to exchange pervy e-mails with their old high school boyfriends," offers Liz) or meaningless book blurbs ("Lemon numbers among my employees" is Jack's blurb on the jacket of Liz's book), the show features a reliably steady flow of great pop cultural commentary. Throw in a three-ring circus of unhinged characters and bizarre outbursts, and you have one of the best workplace comedies ever. How do they do it? Just don't ask Liz. To her, "Your hair is looking less weird," is a glowing compliment.
6. "Friday Night Lights"
Instead of keeping its high school graduates around indefinitely, all of them becoming general managers at Applebee's, doomed to comp Coach Taylor's (Kyle Chandler) barbecue rib platters until the end of time, the show's writers wisely chose to send these kids off into the world on their own. A third season dominated by long goodbyes should've been an intolerable, uneven mess, but "Friday Night Lights" milked every moment for all it was worth, and in so doing, sent Smash Williams (Gaius Charles), Jason Street (Scott Porter), Lyla Garrity (Minka Kelly) and the others off in style. Only Riggins (Taylor Kitsch) and Matt Saracen (Zach Gilford) remained in the show's fourth season this fall on DirecTV (the show will air on NBC in 2010), but the writers have wisely taken their time to weave new characters into the mix. Coach Taylor's new gig at East Dillon High has proved a rich and necessary source of story lines. While the "bad boy gets drunk and reckless" plot is probably repeated a little bit too often, ultimately the emotional impact of "Friday Night Lights" remains as strong as ever, most recently evidenced by an unexpected major turn in Matt Saracen's life that led to the show's strongest episode this season. Although its odd on-air schedule makes it challenging to write about "Friday Night Lights" in anything but veiled terms (to avoid spoiling it for those who'll eventually watch it on NBC), thank the good lord that DirecTV and NBC found a way to keep this sweet, humble, yet utterly original drama on the air for as long as they have, because, in its best moments, "Friday Night Lights" is simply transcendent.
7. "Dollhouse"
Joss Whedon's "Dollhouse" has been canceled, but that doesn't mean it isn't the best sci-fi drama on TV right now, and yes, that includes "Fringe" and everything on SyFy. (While they "Imagine Greater," as their logo goes, how about imagining picking up "Dollhouse" once Fox drops it? Might just fill that "Battlestar Galactica"-shaped hole in their lineup.) While Eliza Dushku's star turn as Echo has always been the show's weakest link, Whedon's fantastical army of brainwashed whores has remained unnerving and clever in all of the ways you'd hope, despite the obvious push to minimize the overarching narrative in favor of standalone procedural episodes. Fox just couldn't blot out Whedon's brilliance, from his ethically challenged characters to his layers of thoughtful reflection on conformity, societal pressures, loneliness and free will. Could some second-rung cable channel with lower expectations for ratings please, at long last, give Whedon a blank check once and for all, without any talent attached, and let him work his magic? This man was born to write twisted, witty, diabolical tragicomedies for the greater good. Of course, as Echo (or a Fox development executive, for that matter) might put it, "Is this some sort of fantasy scenario, 'cause I don't get it. When do we get naked again?"
8. "Community"
How could a comedy about community college be anything but silly? NBC's "Community" proves that it can't, yet this show still bounces along like an empty kegger, giddy and foolish and ready to brain anyone who stumbles into its path. From the Greendale Community College mascot (a grayish, faceless "human being" chosen for his/her inability to offend some segment or ethnic group) to Jeff's (Joel McHale) aggressive dalliance with debate team grandstanding, "Community's" finest episodes are direct parodies of the enforced p.c. climate of academia, the adorably provincial notions of academic administrators, and the specific built-in insults of so-called second-rung institutions of higher learning. Beyond the rich subject matter, "Community's" cast pulls off even the most juvenile of plots, from Pierce's (Chevy Chase) drug-induced existential crisis to Jeff's continuing struggle to grow beyond his flatly selfish existence. Danny Pudi is deliciously off-kilter as Abed, Allison Brie is hilariously prudish and spot-on as Annie, and Yvette Nicole Brown masters the alternately aggressive and retiring Shirley. In short, "Community" is all about community -- albeit, one filled with pure-hearted but deeply disturbed individuals.
9. "Big Love"
While Bill's (Bill Paxton) choice to find a new spouse at the end of "Big Love's" second season threatened to make him look like an unscrupulous horndog, it's really the female leads that make this show so transfixing, from sweetly naive Margene (Ginnifer Goodwin) to fiercely protective Barb (Jeanne Triplehorn). The third season was even more fraught with peril than usual, thanks to Roman's (Harry Dean Stanton) trial, Nicki's (Chloë Sevigny) increasing alienation and the countless unnerving twists and turns along the way. Without careful storytelling, of course, a show about polygamy would feel like a attention-seeking gimmick (as it sometimes did in its first season). But "Big Love" keeps our interest by staying focused on the ties that bind this odd family together, their very earnest interest in making their bizarre collaboration work, and the challenges of living in ways that the wider world openly discriminates against. Whether or not we understand their motivations perfectly, through moving performances and riveting storytelling, "Big Love" makes us care about this odd family and its endless tribulations.
10. "Damages"
Glenn Close's restrained intensity as high-powered lawyer Patty Hewes was reason enough to love the second suspenseful season of "Damages," but when you threw in William Hurt's great performance as the perplexing Daniel Purcell, Rose Byrne as fallen ingénue Ellen, and Timothy Olyphant as Ellen's double-dealing lover Wes, you had the kind of cast that directors' daydreams are made of. Although this twisty tale of blackmail, lawsuits and countersuits, hired thugs, dirty deeds and vengeance isn't exactly notable for its layers of meaning or insights into the human condition, what it lacks in weight it more than makes up for in breakneck, head-spinning plotting and truly nasty dialogue. (My personal favorite Patty line? Her warning to her son's older girlfriend, "You will break his heart, and when you do, I will tear your face off.") Other TV writers may loudly fret over the challenges faced by serial dramas to hold an audience's interest over the course of a season, but the "Damages" scribes seem to have stumbled on a clear solution: Offer up a few revelations and one or two major twists per episode. The resulting wild ride of repositioning, scheming and backstabbing adds up to one thing: riveting television.
HONORABLE MENTIONS: "Hung," Glee," "Bored to Death," "Flight of the Conchords," "Survivor," "The Office," "Kings," "Saving Grace," "Burn Notice," "Men of a Certain Age."
Check in tomorrow for Heather Havrilesky's picks for best TV of the decade.
We, the sarcastic, astigmatic women of New York City, love "30 Rock" like Liz Lemon loves ham. But last night, we took our worship to the next level, as growly, exasperated Lemon morphed into crazy performer Liz for her "Dealbreakers" talk show pilot.
Ditching her glasses and gaining a haircut that would inspire pity from Kate Gosselin, Lemon lurched her way through an Ellen-like opening, but the true horror came when she stepped in front of the cruelly revealing high-definition camera. What unfolded next takes an already funny idea and turns into the most surreally hilarious gag in ages.
The best-kept secret in Washington has nothing to do with nuclear codes or Dick Cheney's undisclosed location. It's this: Al Gore is actually pretty funny. Funny enough, in fact, that he managed to raise a daughter who wrote for "Futurama." (Also "Saturday Night Live," but let's just forgive her for that.)
Gore does pop up now and then doing cameos in various comedies -- like Thursday night's episode of "30 Rock." He's always at his best when he's making fun of himself, as he's done a couple times in "Futurama," and this was no different. Watch it below.
Twelve minutes into his "Fresh Air" interview yesterday, "30 Rock's" Tracy Morgan was in tears. The rambunctious, notoriously volatile Morgan had been recalling his troubled childhood in the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn, N.Y. -- he was both wistful and angry talking about his father, who returned after five tours of duty in Vietnam with a heroin addiction he eventually kicked -- but the conversation turned painfully emotional when Morgan explained how he left his mother to live with his dad, returning a year later to get his siblings.
“It was a terrible situation,” said Morgan. “It wasn’t my mother’s fault. Something just went off on me. I wanted better for me. That was the hardest day of my life, and I heard my mother cry. It just broke me down, and I think about it now. I never meant to hurt my mother.” Morgan’s voice cracked, and he began to weep.
The normally placid Terry Gross, who had sounded cautious from the get-go, was on high alert now. It was a nerve-wracking moment, hearing the tough-guy facade fall away to reveal that deep-down, childish, clichéd longing: He just wanted to talk to his mom again. Practically every male comedian ever has mommy issues, but this was incredibly touching: We hate to see a grown man cry, except when we love to see a grown man cry.
“Are you OK to keep going?” said Gross. Morgan agreed that he was. (Meanwhile, some of us at home were yelling into the radio, “For god’s sake, give the man a hug, Terry!”)
“In the book you discuss how you and your mother never reconciled,” said Gross, referring to Morgan's new memoir, "I Am the New Black."
“One day we will,” said Morgan. “Maybe one day she’ll pick up this book. Maybe she’ll read it.”
Gross said, “Do you intend part of it to be a way of saying to her, ‘Let’s talk’?”
“When you talk to someone they can just argue with you, and shut you off, and walk out the room. When you talk to someone on the phone, they can hang up on you. But when you write them a letter, they have to read that letter. They just have to read that letter. Me, I forgive my mother, and I moved on. That’s for me. My mother had to forgive herself. I understand, Mommy. That’s all I’m saying. I understand the position you was in, and why you did what you did. I love my mother,” said Morgan.
The best comedy has a layer of sadness behind it, and Morgan's sadness, perhaps unsurprisingly, is layered thick. His character on “30 Rock,” as written by the mothership of all girl crushes, Tina Fey, plays on his vulnerability as well as his "ghetto comedy" zaniness. But a man who misses his mother and isn’t afraid to say it in public is more than funny -- he is fearless.
But will this book help to reconcile Morgan and his mother? (And why do we sense an Us Weekly cover story coming down the pike?) All we can hope is this is one letter that gets sent. And forgive us now, because we’re going to go call our own mother.
"We'll trick those race-car-lovin' wide loads into watching your lefty, homoerotic propaganda hour yet!" Jack Donaghy tells Liz, Tracy and Jenna in Thursday night's season premiere of "30 Rock," perhaps a reference to the fact that, despite three straight best comedy Emmys, the show hasn't managed to rack up impressive ratings. Donaghy has a plan to make "TGS" more relatable to the masses: Jenna will "go country" to rally flyover country, Tracy Morgan will reacquaint himself with the common man and Liz will go out looking for a new star of the show, someone who's more relatable and less of an urban elite than Tracy and Jenna.
Yes, "30 Rock"(9:30 p.m. Thursdays on NBC) is back at last, and in fine form. Although it's been a great fall for new comedies, with ABC's "Modern Family," NBC's "Community" and HBO's "Bored to Death" all blowing the comedic offerings of the past few years out of the water, there's truly something special about Liz, Jack and their rag-tag crew of vainglorious underlings.
As Kenneth leads a page strike against NBC ("What do we want? To get you sandwiches! When do we want it? Whenever would be convenient for you!") and Liz Lemon looks for a new actor for the show ("Another actor? Why?" asks Pete when Liz suggests they take a prospect out. "They have so many feelings and opinions!"), the question is not whether or not "30 Rock" is still good, but rather, how could "30 Rock" be any better? The show's writers have a real knack for taking the issues of the moment – the recession, anger at exorbitant executive pay, the tendency of celebrities to lose touch with reality – and dramatizing them in new ways each week.
Take Tracy, who in his quest to reconnect with the average guy, invites a janitor into his dressing room for a chat.
Tracy: Do you ever lose your remote control?
Janitor: (smiling) Yeah!
Tracy: And do your wife start gettin' all mad because the roof won't close and the bed that's in the shape of your face is gettin' rained on?!
Of course any clash of the classes has to include Jack, who remains calm when Kenneth confronts him about the pages' low pay and inability to work more than 16 hours a day.
Kenneth: Sir, I accidentally saw your paycheck.
Jack: Well, I hope it was inspirational.
Kenneth: Those zeroes! It's downright un-American.
Jack: That's where you're wrong, Kenneth. It's extremely American. My talents are more valuable than yours, so I'm paid accordingly therefore I'm entitled to my bonus.
Kenneth: That's a bonus check?!!
And then there's Liz Lemon, a true hero to today's modern woman, in all of her self-deprecating, messy, unraveling, self-defeating glory. Just the sight of Liz's self-conscious smile is enough to make the screeching, looks-obsessed harpies of "Cougar Town" fade into distant memory. Yes, Liz makes growing old look sad and pathetic, too, but for much better reasons. The problem isn't that you don't have time to get a bikini wax, it's that your boss is an arrogant Republican, your coworkers are delusional dummies, and you go home to your messy apartment with nothing to look forward to but eating a microwaved chicken pot pie in front of "Top Chef." See? Much more like real life!
But obviously it's not realism that makes "30 Rock" so good. Rather, it's the courage of its writers to get weird. So many lines of dialogue on the show are jam-packed with off-kilter hilarity, it's hard to digest them all on the first viewing. Take this bizarre exchange between Jack Donaghy and private investigator Lenny Wosniak (Steve Buscemi):
Jack: Lenny, this page strike is an embarrassment to the company.
Lenny: I get it. It's like I tell my assistant: Your weight is a reflection on me.
Jack: I can't have that apple-cheeked goon outside screaming about my bonus. What are my options?
Lenny: Let me ask you a question, Mr. Donaghy. How do you kill a snake?
Jack: Cut off the head!
Lenny: Of course! Thank you. Now I won't be afraid to go into my garage. All right here's how we play this page thing. I go undercover, infiltrate the union. Take this Parcell guy down from the inside.
Jack: Very well. And you have undercover experience?
Lenny: They used to call me The Chameleon… because of my slender frame and my big, wet eyes.
With jokes that odd, the writers of"30 Rock" aren't about to trick those race-car-lovin' wide loads into watching their lefty, homoerotic propaganda hour. But that's OK, because the rest of us will keep watching regardless. Welcome back, "30 Rock"!
When things in your life aren't working, how do you respond? Do you make a fort out of couch cushions and hide in there with a loaded bong and some high-quality Swiss chocolate until the storm blows over? Or do you pledge to reinvent yourself from the ground up, taking on a brand-new regimen of diet, exercise, meditation and expensive closet organizers? Do you troubleshoot your problems, searching self-help books and consulting therapists for solutions to the major troubles that have plagued you? Or do you drink a four-pack of peach wine coolers, then take the phone off the hook and go back to bed?
At this week's Upfronts, in which the five networks present their fall lineups to advertisers, network executives revealed very different approaches to these challenging cultural and economic times for televised entertainments. Some networks reinvented themselves, others sent out pot-smoke signals from the confines of their forts. Some networks meditated and consulted their gurus, while others got fall-down drunk on 40-ouncers of malt liquor and wandered off to sleep in the gutter.
Which approach would bring audiences back? Would bold, courageous (but risky) moves win us over, or would conservative, repetitive (and arguably safer) maneuvers attract more viewers? As usual, we won't know until the fall season (see also: until it's way too late to correct course), but that won't stop us from analyzing (see also: second-guessing) each network's strategy from the comfort of our own couch-cushion forts.
(Could you slide that grilled cheese sandwich in the crack there? Yes, I want to eat in the dark. No, that's all I need. Thank you.)
Uppity front
What's fascinating about this year's Upfronts is that, instead of offering a generous range of brand-new shows from each genre like they usually do, most of the networks are producing just a handful of new series and holding onto critically acclaimed ones that are nonetheless struggling in the ratings. Unheard of, but somehow refreshing!
Let's start with schizophrenic NBC, the network that, on the one hand, has great taste ("30 Rock," "The Office") and can afford to stick by its past decisions but that also refuses to play by the rules, from announcing a few major decisions weeks before the Upfronts to arbitrarily deciding that Jay Leno should rule the known universe.
This year, NBC made some bold moves by keeping a few good but ratings-poor shows that it believed in ("Friday Night Lights," "Southland," “Parks and Recreation") while ditching some longtime favorites with better ratings ("My Name Is Earl," "Medium"). "Earl" creator Greg Garcia bitterly likened getting dumped to "being thrown off the Titanic," but expressed hopes that Fox might pick them up. Meanwhile, CBS is picking up "Medium," which is, for NBC, sort of like dumping your wife, only to have her move in with the (richer, older) guy next door.
Personally, except for the death of "Kings" (the airing of which was a bold move in the first place), I like NBC's choices, ratings be damned. What I do find unnerving is that NBC still plans to roll out "The Jay Leno Show" five nights a week at 10 p.m., which is a little bit like polishing off a 2-liter bottle of Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull that you know you hate in the first place, then vomiting all over your brand-new shoes. Isn't it odd that the network with the most charming, funniest comedy on TV ("30 Rock") would give five hours of prime-time real estate to the least charming, least funny man on TV (Jay Leno)?
ABC, on the other hand, is taking the extreme makeover route. They're canceling "Samantha Who?" and "The Unusuals" while throwing money behind a slate of 11 new shows, seven to air in the fall. My favorite? A reinvention of the 1983 miniseries "V" (Remember the alien baby bursting out of the woman's stomach?) in which aliens invade the world and their initially friendly intentions are eventually revealed to be nefarious. Now, admittedly, pretty much anything apocalyptic gets my vote, at least at the outset: "Invasion," "Jericho," "Heroes," "24.” As long as the general populace is threatened, panicking and/or hiding out in bunkers, I'm on board. That said, the clips for this one look awesome: Aliens arrive, but they're totally friendly and cooperative! The world rejoices! Then, just as a journalist (played by Scott Wolf from "Party of Five") is about to interview a friendly alien in human form, she menacingly (but politely) instructs, "Just remember not to ask me anything that might portray us in a negative light." Ominous, but subtle. This is the kind of cheese that I eat until I'm sick.
Other notable new ABC shows are "Shark Tank" (Mark Burnett-produced show with competing entrepreneurs), "Eastwick" (dramedy based on John Updike novel and movie "Witches of Eastwick"), "Flash Forward" (worldwide blackout gives people a glimpse of the future), "Cougar Town" (dramedy with Courtney Cox as divorced single mother) and "Hank" (comedy with Kelsey Grammar as executive who loses his job).
The question is, will ABC's new regimen of diet, exercise and meditation work, or will it just become a neurotic, controlling version of its former frumpy self? Throwing a bunch of different shows at the wall to see what sticks seems like as good a call as any, but having watched some clips online (you can see a few of them here), most of these shows seem to suffer from ABC's tendency to take vaguely interesting or dark concepts and render them chirpy and toothless -- think "Lipstick Jungle," "Brothers & Sisters," "Private Practice." Everyone smiles and acts adorable; harmless, button-nosed women are cast in every role; sharp lines have no edge because the actors and the direction are tone-deaf. From what I've seen, "V" doesn't seem to suffer from this curse, but at first glance "Eastwick" and "Cougar Town" look like otherwise decent concepts transformed into the same old bland, girly fluff.
But don't take it from me, take it from Jimmy Kimmel who, as part of ABC's Upfront presentation last Tuesday, informed advertisers, "Let's get real here. These new fall shows? We're going to cancel about 90 percent of them. Maybe more." Kimmel continued, "Every year we lie to you and every year you come back for more. You don't need an upfront. You need therapy. We completely lie to you, and then you pass those lies on to your clients." Hmm. Now there's a new approach: total honesty. In the advertising world, that's sort of like buying a very expensive Winchester revolver, pointing it at your own head, and pulling the trigger.
But then, when you're (sort of, almost) winning, you take a very different tone. At the start of CBS's Upfront presentation, Les Moonves reminded reporters, "We are the only network that is up a single demographic. Nobody else is up in anything." With that, CBS promptly unveiled the repetitive, scaredy-cat tactics that got them there: Procedurals, procedurals, a few sitcoms, a new hospital drama and even more procedurals. There's "NCIS," "NCIS: Los Angeles" (a new spinoff), "Criminal Minds," "Numb3ers," "CSI," "CSI: NY," "The Mentalist," "The Ghost Whisperer," and, since that's really not nearly enough procedurals, "Medium." But don't forget, there's also some brand-new stuff! A new drama called "The Good Wife," about the wife of a fallen politician, starring Julianna Margulies (her again?), a new sitcom, "Accidentally on Purpose," starring former "Dharma & Greg" star Jenna Elfman (her again?) and "Three Rivers," a drama about organ transplants.
In short, CBS, the Stuart Smalley of TV networks, has decided that CBS is awesome and CBS doesn't need to change a thing about CBS. CBS should consider taking a hint from the competitors on its own long-running show, "Survivor": The second you start feeling safe (Hello, Tyson! Hello, Taj!), that's when the ax is about to fall.
Thankfully, Fox is still taking healthy hits off the bong (as usual), but instead of crouching in the couch fort, they're blowing smoke all over the other networks' faces. Fox execs have decided to stick behind Joss Whedon's "Dollhouse" (great move!), along with its new hits "Lie to Me" and "Fringe."
They also added the new comedy "Glee" (another great move) and the longtime summer show "So You Think You Can Dance" to their fall lineup on the same night. Since last fall there was a serious dearth of good new comedies and fun reality programming, and both "Glee" and "SYTYCD" fit the bill, it's hard to see where this strategy fails. As loath as I am to admit it, lately Fox has been making pretty good decisions, as evidenced most dramatically by the very existence of "Dollhouse" and "Glee." Keep hitting that bong, friends! It's working.
The hour that felt like a decade
But speaking of Fox and hitting the funny pipe, did anyone catch the two-hour finale of "24," and if so, did anyone stay awake through the second hour?
Yes, clearly "24" jumped the shark a long time ago, but who knew it would stand around for so long afterward, having slow-moving, weighty conversations about how frightening and awful it was to jump the shark ... but really, it had no choice, can't you see that?
So much wasted potential! Tuesday's finale could've been explosive, or at least vaguely distracting: Jack Bauer was dying, Kim Bauer was about to be held hostage (an old "24" standby), Tony Almeida had a master plan that (of course) involved avenging Michelle's death so many millions of moons ago. And the president's daughter was about to be sent to her room without supper for having terrorist mastermind Jonas Hodges killed on the sneak!
But instead of car chases and coughed up lungs and panic in the streets and lots of big, loud explosions, all we got was weak, grumbly Tony, revealing his secret plan, then crying his eyes out over stupid Michelle. "Grow up, Tony," we wanted to say. "Take a shower, shave, have a hot meal, and you'll see that things aren't nearly as bad as you make them out to be."
Instead, Tony was dragged off screaming in high "Scooby Doo" style. OK, sure, it was cool when Jack was about to get his organs harvested and then repurposed as biological weapons. But they could've at least cut him up a little, instead of just jabbing him with a needle. And wasn't it interesting how they paralyzed him, and after laying still for a minute, eyes bulging, he writhed and screamed in agony, then killed a whole roomful of able-bodied men with his bare hands? Did someone replace the paralysis-inducing serum they usually serve with superpowered assassin serum?
And what next? A hijacked plane? An exploding van? No, Jack and the redheaded babe agent had a long talk and exchanged a warm embrace (yawn) and Jack and Kim had a weighty heart-to-heart and made up (snore). Sweet Jesus, could "24" really be ending with a series of interminable, sniffly confessions? What is this, "The Tyra Banks Show"?
Worst of all, the (stupidest) president (ever) acted mildly disappointed in her felon of a daughter and then, instead of dying of guilt on the spot for making the petulant brat her chief of staff in the first place, she turned the pouting ingrate over to the authorities while her (vaguely pathetic) first husband looked on disapprovingly. That's all we get? And meanwhile, how completely frowned upon would it be for a secret service agent to leak news of administrative malfeasance outside the White House? Aaron Pierce would've shown up in Rock Creek Park with a bullet in his frontal lobe.
It was sad to see "24" stoop so low, after we waited so very long for its triumphant return. Why did the producers of "24" respond to a long hiatus by killing its golden goose, then grinding it up to make gooseburgers?
But this is what happens in times of great stress. Some people respond to a divorce by adopting a second child, some handle a personal budget crisis by redecorating the bathroom, and some greet the Second Coming of Our Lord in Gay Sheep's Clothing (Adam Lambert) by voting for the nice little hetero Disney prince instead, thereby insuring the survival of strummy, wussy GooGoo Dolls music to play during "Grey's Anatomy" montages.
And speaking of "Grey's," apparently some people respond to a foot-stomping diva on their cast (Katherine Heigl) by killing her off (Oh please, please!) and maybe even killing off her pouty sidekick (T.R. Knight) while they're at it. Sweet lord, bestow your tender mercies upon us all and knock them both off the planet with one fell swoop!
From the financial crisis to the specter of a global pandemic to the threat of even more neutered acoustic strumming, we all have to decide on our own response: Reinvent, redress, reinvest, reheat or return to bed?
I think you know my approach. Nighty night!