With more and more television shows ceasing production because of the WGA strike, the boob tube is looking less and less like some place I want to spend my nights sitting in front of. I might have to join some sort of club or maybe even exercise, which will suck since I hate to sweat. However, I’m an eternal optimist, a glass half-full kind of guy, so I've found myself thinking, “What good can be found in this strike besides maybe me getting in better shape?” And here’s what I’ve come up with: Five shows I’m glad I won’t be catching during the writer’s strike.
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A friend of mine had to cut a promo tape for Two and a Half Men a few months back and I was consequently asked to watch what she came up with. It wasn’t all that bad, you know, but, then again, it was a highlight reel from four seasons. In other words, it took four seasons to come up with a two minutes of funny material. Do you know how unfunny you have to be to give an editor that much trouble?
Moonlight is about a vampire detective who fights supernatural evil while contending with the vampire's ex-girlfriend who turned him into a bloodsucker in the first place. And oh yeah, he’s in love with a mortal woman. Sounds like another TV vampire that went off the air a few year’s ago. What’s the twist here? He doesn’t have a gypsy curse? Wow, that’s friggin’ original.
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When Prison Break premiered two years ago, I thought, “Doesn’t the title kind of tell you how it’s going to end? That’s anti-climactic, don’t you think?” And, of course, the first season ended with the titular escape anyways. For the new season, which is the third and hopefully the last, everyone’s back in prison again (this time in Panama, to change things up). If there is a next season, I hear they’re going to travel back in time to escape from a Siberian gulag.
You know what, when Brothers and Sisters first premiered, a friend of mine at the time was starring on it. Since then, we’ve fallen out of contact, but I think that’s a good thing since I never wanted to break it to him that I thought the show was impossible to watch – mostly because the extreme political divides within the Walker family would never exist in the real world. A Keith Olbermann and a Bill O’Reilly could never actually come from the same parents. This inter-familial political divide might add conflict to the show, but it isn't any more believable than a David Copperfield performance.
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I have unfortunately been coerced by feminine wiles to watch more than two-dozen episodes of Grey’s Anatomy, including a rather exciting episode in which Meredith’s faux-boyfriend blows up, as well as a much sillier one in which he returns a la Obi-Wan Kenobi. Amazingly, every episode has been worse than the one I saw before it, which means that this season ranks right around there with a prostate exam.
Can somebody explain to me how a show with a main character (Meredith) who is the most annoying and unlikable member of the cast actually got on the air? On top of that, just about every member of the cast they’ve hired since the pilot – and hell, even including Pompeo – are pretty lousy actors. Even the redhead who took off for her own Private Practice was unwatchable. This means that the disappearance of Grey’s Anatomy from the television schedule will be one of the few good things – and for me, probably the best thing – to come from this writer’s strike.