The end of Sweeps . . .
So the regular TV season is almost done. In typical TV-junkie style, I have been obssesively taping and TiVoing all of my shows. The main finales that I'm especially excited about have not happened yet-- Lost, of course; Alias, which is a series finale; and my brand new reality addiction, Top Chef.
On Lost, so far everything everyone has been thinking has borne out-- Michael was sent back by the "Others" to help free the fake Henry Gale. It was great to see the Other's camp, which I still think was a fake me out set to make Michael think that they're something other than what they are. I liked Ms. Klugh's questions ("Has Walt ever appeared somewhere where he should not be?" which is like, the quintessential question for every parent in the universe) and Walt's hyper overacting designed to make us forget to notice his amazing growth spurt. Alas, that's the rub of using real kids on a show that supposed to be taking place in real time. They get huge over night. So I would love to see the group that goes with Michael kidnapped by the Others and subjected to testing that will give some insight to the Dharma initiative, 'cause lord knows the fakemeout Hanso Foundation website that is promo'd during every show gives absolutely no clue about what they're up to!
On Alias, now that its ending, it's gotten back its *ahem* powerful juju (no comments from the peanut gallery!). I actually care about the Rambaldi Cult again, and I'm dying to find out who all these people are-- the Carrier, the Rose, the Ultimate Destroyer-- and I want to see the return of SpyMommy & Daddy, SpyAuntie . . . the finale better be chock full of Victor Garber and Lena Olin one-upping each other, and if Isabella Rosselini doesn't return I will be very, very, very angry. Nevermind that her Italian accent doesn't sound anything like Lena Olin's Scandinavian one and neither one of them sound even remotely Russian. I am willing to suspend my disbelief! And thank goodness Sloane is back to being an angry, evil little man with glow in the dark green Rambaldi glasses. Nice send off!
Finally, Top Chef-- shut all the noise, Tiffani does not deserve to be in the finale. I don't care about her culinary skills, she was not favored in any of the challenges! The performers from Cirque du Soleil's "Ka" show visibily cringed at the selections she sent over to them, complaining of salty, rubbery pork and a seafood salad (crab, blueberry and caviar) that was too fishy. They loved Dave's dishes, and yessssss, he did forget the third so he should have been marked down but COME ON! No one liked her "high roller" dishes (although I'm sure the fact that said rollers were past contestants who totally knew which dish belonged to whom based on ingredient and prep played into that) and no one liked her poker player "finger food" (they had to use forks to eat it adn no one complimented the flavors). If the customer is always right, how did she get in the finals? Lee Anne wuz robbed!!!! And then Dave wuz robbed!!!!! I love Harold.
Oh yeah, and . . . "I'm not your bitch, bitch!"
On Lost, so far everything everyone has been thinking has borne out-- Michael was sent back by the "Others" to help free the fake Henry Gale. It was great to see the Other's camp, which I still think was a fake me out set to make Michael think that they're something other than what they are. I liked Ms. Klugh's questions ("Has Walt ever appeared somewhere where he should not be?" which is like, the quintessential question for every parent in the universe) and Walt's hyper overacting designed to make us forget to notice his amazing growth spurt. Alas, that's the rub of using real kids on a show that supposed to be taking place in real time. They get huge over night. So I would love to see the group that goes with Michael kidnapped by the Others and subjected to testing that will give some insight to the Dharma initiative, 'cause lord knows the fakemeout Hanso Foundation website that is promo'd during every show gives absolutely no clue about what they're up to!
On Alias, now that its ending, it's gotten back its *ahem* powerful juju (no comments from the peanut gallery!). I actually care about the Rambaldi Cult again, and I'm dying to find out who all these people are-- the Carrier, the Rose, the Ultimate Destroyer-- and I want to see the return of SpyMommy & Daddy, SpyAuntie . . . the finale better be chock full of Victor Garber and Lena Olin one-upping each other, and if Isabella Rosselini doesn't return I will be very, very, very angry. Nevermind that her Italian accent doesn't sound anything like Lena Olin's Scandinavian one and neither one of them sound even remotely Russian. I am willing to suspend my disbelief! And thank goodness Sloane is back to being an angry, evil little man with glow in the dark green Rambaldi glasses. Nice send off!
Finally, Top Chef-- shut all the noise, Tiffani does not deserve to be in the finale. I don't care about her culinary skills, she was not favored in any of the challenges! The performers from Cirque du Soleil's "Ka" show visibily cringed at the selections she sent over to them, complaining of salty, rubbery pork and a seafood salad (crab, blueberry and caviar) that was too fishy. They loved Dave's dishes, and yessssss, he did forget the third so he should have been marked down but COME ON! No one liked her "high roller" dishes (although I'm sure the fact that said rollers were past contestants who totally knew which dish belonged to whom based on ingredient and prep played into that) and no one liked her poker player "finger food" (they had to use forks to eat it adn no one complimented the flavors). If the customer is always right, how did she get in the finals? Lee Anne wuz robbed!!!! And then Dave wuz robbed!!!!! I love Harold.
Oh yeah, and . . . "I'm not your bitch, bitch!"
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