Goodness gracious, where do I begin?
I saw the commercial for the new
Rambo movie. The song used to advertise this little ode to testosterone? "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" by I don't even remember or care. Way to date your movie, Sly. Way to be so very
not ought.
Last night was jam packed with New York madness. Why are there no shows about Nebraska madness?
Project Runway returned to terrible form with a collection of some of the ugliest prom dresses I've ever seen. I mean, I know prom dresses, by definition, trend towards hideous but those were some fugly frocks. I'm a bit sad that weird beard guy is gone but not really because none of these designers are gaining my sympathy. Except, and I called that I would turn to the dark side on this one,
Christian Siriano. Watching him work with the bratty teenager who basically drew the dress then hated it reminded me of
Jeffrey Sebelia working with Angela's drippy mom. I felt sorry for him, too. And couldn't stand him, either. I am looking forward to hearing more of Tim's new catchphrase, "Rally!" I hope it replaces "Make it work!" That declaration is so two seasons ago, darling.
Bravo also offered up
Make Me a Supermodel: Meet the Models. These contestants make the
America's Next Top Model girls look like Mensa candidates (egads, one of them is from Plano, TX! First Chace Crawford, now this girl. What is going on here? That devil town needs to fade into the obscurity it deserves) and
Niki Taylor is no Tyra Banks (which may be a compliment come to think of it). Some of the boys are purty cute and my favorite is the dopey deputy from Nashville,
Ben DiChiara (Barney Fife). I bet they love him at the prison!
I had three servings of vicious Upper East Side action with
Gossip Girl,
The Nanny Diaries (Tom's choice, not mine) and
Cashmere Mafia. I know people in New York aren't awful but then again, I don't know anyone on the UES. Wait, I used to. And she was just as scary. $113 million will buy you amazing art and great clothes, but it will not buy happiness or nice. Anyhoo, I sat rapt as
Blair Waldorf (in scenes very reminiscent of
Heathers including the colored tights and passing of the headband to Jenny) and
Mrs X (I'm sorry, but when I listened to Julia Roberts read that book, I did
not picture
Paul Giamatti - much as I love him - as Mr. X) got their comeuppance. As for the women of
Cashmere Mafia... I don't mind
Mia and
Zoe but the wannabe cheating wife (
Miranda Otto) and the wannabe lesbian (
Bonnie Sommerville)... they're making me tired.
This is going to sound awful but I can't even tell
A/The Daily Show and
The Colbert Report don't have writers. Their coverage of the bumbing pundits mis-calling New Hampshire made me laugh out loud at both which I haven't done in quite a while. However, between all the nitwits at CNN, Bill Kristol and Chris Matthews, they had an embarrassment of riches.
Speaking of politics,
Bill Richardson dropped out of the race before the Nevada Caucus (his one possible winner). It makes me wonder what kind of deal Clinton cut with him to get him out. I've long thought he was the obvious choice as her running mate. We'll see.
Catch ya later, tater,
Ms. P
Labels: cashmere mafia, chris matthews, gossip girl, make me a supermodel, politics, project runway, rambo, the colbert report, the daily show, the nanny diaries, tv
3 Comments:
For some reasons, the Rambo commercials really disturb me. It's like they dropeed out of an alternate universe where Ronald Reagan is President eternally.
I've gotta say, Runway has not done it for me this year. There are two different competitions I want to see them do:
1. Superhero costumes. Where both crazy and ugly are actual plusses, however, they need to be functional.
2. To weed out people who don't have the basic skills, they should do an early competition where they all have to make the same garment (they're allowed subtle differences). It would also wheedle out the ones who can't follow basic instructions.
As for Casmier Mafia, I just can't watch another series about the problems of rich people. It can be done well (Sex & the City, Arrested Development, Ugly Betty), but usually, it sucks.
Regarding Rambo - HA!
PR contestants doing superhero costumes is a most excellent idea as is your same garment one. I wonder why they don't do that. Probably because it's all about THEIR VISION! Also, remember how everyone complained when they did that on So You Think You Can Dance However, I thought that was a really good idea even if they used a John Mayer song.
I can't believe you don't find rich people super interesting! I am, for the moment anyway, content to hang with the girls of Cashmere Mafia over the nitwits of Wisteria Lane.
The Christian/bratty teenager interaction was funny to me because Christian is always such an egomaniac, and he never gets rattled. Then the one thing that can break him down, to to speak, is this 17-year-old?
Excellent TV. Except for the dresses, as you've already covered.
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