cast of Pushing Daisies courtesy of abc.com
I was in love with the series Pushing Daisies since it’s first episode. The town of Coeur d’Coeurs has a mystical yet nifty ’50s feel. It was non-threatening, had morals and values, and no foul language. Ned was adorable, Chuck was endearing, and I think Emmerson Cod was a hoot! My favorite quote from the show was “Maybe she has gone all Blood Simple…hiding her victims all up in snowmen.” The writing was just spectacular. How can Ned bring dead things back to life? How can he have a relationship with Chuck, whom he could never touch? (I should talk, I mean, I’m in a relationship with TiVo!) How can you make enough money to live on with your own pie shop? None of these questions were answered in the series finale, but it doesn’t matter. The majestic fields of daisies, rolling hills, clean streets, and delicious pies will always be a comforting memory to me. Rest in peace, Pushing Daisies.
courtesy of TV Guide
I am thoroughly disappointed at the results of Dancing With The Stars and American Idol. Giles was clearly the better dancer, even though Shaun showed the most improvement. And even though Kris can sing, Adam can sang! I don’t care if you’re from France and you showed all your junk in the Sex and the City movie, I don’t care if you might be gay, if you’re the better candidate, I’m going to vote for you. Why am I voting if it doesn’t make a difference! Ugh.
courtesy of NY DailyNews
How does Ugly Betty get all the action? She has had three boyfriends in the last six months, which is the most I have had so far. Why? Is it the braces? The rubber bands in her mouth? The way she wears ankle socks with kitten heels? Yes I’m bitter, and consumed with envy at the fact that this chick gets all that action. Why, Betty Suarez, why?!?!
I know I’m sick, in fact, I need counseling. I’m obsessed with checking my scheduled recordings. Now I can check them and schedule more recordings from my phone. While on the bus a few days ago, I panicked because I couldn’t remember if I was recording Chuck that night. With my trusty CrackBerry, I checked and yes, I forgot to schedule it. In less than a minute, all was right in the world. I even received a confirmation via email. Oh TiVo, I do love you.
I strongly believe that this year’s Oscars was the best ever, and some critics agree with me. The stage was a fantastic crystal dream. It was more intimate, and able to transform with different scenes. I loved how the presenters said something sweet and endearing about the nominees instead of the robotic announcements. When they ran the obligatory remembrance of those we have lost, instead of playing some boring music, Queen Latifah sang her ass off. It was interesting how they presented the awards in the order of how a movie is made. Mad props to Bill Condon, director of the movies Chicago and Dreamgirls, for producing such an innovative show. Hugh Jackman is the new Billy Crystal, without a doubt, and won an Emmy for hosting the Tonys in 2004. I think he will win again. Is it possible to find another from the land down under just like him? A girl can dream…
the crazy Fringe, pic courtesy of NY Times
Fringe is like The X-Files on crack. I keep asking myself how the writers can possibly top the previous show, and my answer is in the next episode. I thought the oozing brain storyline was clever, but no, the man transforming into a juiced up porcupine was brilliant. And then the mother of all mindfucks was cleverly played out in the most recent episode. Fringe just gets better and better. Anna Torv plays the enigmatic FBI agent Olivia Dunham who is usually knee deep in some sort of goo. Joshua Jackson and John Noble play the son and father sidekicks who dissect, scoop up and analyze the goo or other freaks of nature. Fringe returns in April with brand new episodes, but until then, you can watch full episodes online.
I’m tempted to not leave the house. You can order Dominos through TiVo. Seriously, you can pause a program, order a pizza, and then go back to your program. The service is free and works for pick-up or delivery. The downside is, you have to pay by cash for delivery. That would mean, you guessed it, leaving the house to go to an ATM. Still, I’m tempted…
mmmmm, Sawyer (courtesy of go.abc.com)
Oh Lost, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. The flash forwards and flashbacks make sense. The little things like Benjamin Linus grabbing ticket number 342 at the butcher’s shop or casting Cheech Marin as Hurley’s dad. The writing is phenomenal, and I’m even more intrigued now that people have gotten off the island, and stayed off the island for three years. But Sawyer, with that sexy Cheshire Cat grin, you had me when you jumped off the helicopter.
Will the Oceanic 6 get back to the island? Does Benjamin have a monetary interest in the island? Why them, why the people on the plane? What really caused the crash? Did Desmond forget some button to push, which caused a magnetic force that made the plane split? Does the physicist dude go back in time to change the course of events? Does Desmond help him? Is that why they found a plane in the ocean and not on the island? What is up with the pilot dude?
the new Naomi/the old Naomi
I’m glad to see that I wasn’t the only one to notice the switch. Hello, not all black people look the same. Shame on you ABC, shame on you. At least have a press release, a blurb or something about it, even if it is a few months after the fact. But still, Audra McDonald has got it. The original Naomi, Merrin Dungey, was not enigmatic and besides, I expected her to pop up from under the desk with a gun and a bomb set to detonate in 20 seconds. Oh Audra, with your luminous skin, perfectly coiffed hair and determination in each line, you had me at Addison.
The following shows just got the big heave ho. This means less time with my boyfriend.
- Pushing Daisies (ABC)
- Prison Break (Fox)
- Swingtown (CBS)
- Dirty Sexy Money (ABC)
- The Riches (FX)
- Eli Stone (ABC)
- The Ex List (CBS)
- My Own Worst Enemy (NBC)
- Knight Rider (NBC)
I thought Swingtown was a wonderful show, and Dirty Sexy Money was my guilty pleasure. But oh, Pushing Daisies, I’ll miss you the most. On the upside, Lipstick Jungle is still in the running for this fall. Tell me what you think.
