Was it just me or is Madonna lame? That concert reminded me of the time I watched CATS on PBS. I suddenly felt lucky and happy that I never caught this pretentious, over-praised crap live, and could turn the channel at will.
I literally turned the concert off after TEN MINUTES. I luckily found something a lot less boring -- repeats of Growing Pains where ironically, Dana Plato played a trampy teenager dressed like a 1980's "Like a Virgin" Madonna.
Geez, watch out, Kelly. You weigh like four pounds. Rosie could crush you with her giant elbow.
Anyway for those who haven't heard, Clay Aiken was an ass to Kelly on her show. Kelly complained about him putting his hand over her mouth, saying he was disrespectful as her co-host.
Rosie interpreted Kelly's disdain as "homophobic" - meaning Kelly was only upset because a GayClay touched her. Rosie said that Kelly wouldn't be upset if Mario Lopez did the same thing (which I find odd, because from what I hear Mario's hands really have been everywhere).
I was actually entertained by last night's episode and chuckled out loud a couple of times. Even though I heard spoilers and knew Nora was gonna die, it was still rather shocking the way they did it.
Back when TV shows still had theme songs, The Greatest American Hero had the greatest. The darn tune just sticks with you. And it is so darn catchy, that my kids are now singing it along with me, thanks to our recent family viewings of The Greatest American Hero, Season Two DVD.
I received a copy of Season Two last week and am happy to reveal that I will BLOG FOR FREEBIES. "Believe it or not" I don't get paid to blog, so I'll take what I can get. And I am happy to give a shout-out to the folks promoting one of my favorite shows from my childhood.
I was afraid upon viewing that TGAH wouldn't have aged well, but my kids seem to like it. They are especially drawn to Michael Pare's character. That guy just had amazing presence. It blows my mind that he never made it bigger than Eddie & the Cruisers.
They both provided pleasant surprises to me this weekend.
1) Donny Osmond- I took my daughter and mother into NYC on Sunday to catch Beauty & the Beast on Broadway. Donny Osmond, as the villanous Gaston, stole the show. I swear I was hoping the Beast would die and Belle would end up with Gaston. Anytime Donny was on stage the production had energy. Anytime Gaston disappeared, the show lagged. The actor who played the Beast had the worst line readings of the show, and hurt an otherwise impeccable production.
Afterwards, Donny signed autographs, which thrilled my mother. I had seen Donny at a signing before, and he is just really nice to his fans. He talks to everyone and is happy to pose for photos. He is a man who appreciates his fans.
I hate that TV shows no
longer carry opening credits set to catchy tunes. I lurve me some
good-old fashioned opening credits. It sets the tone for the show and
helps my brain switch gears from one show to the next. Plus, I like to SEE the people who are starring in my favorite shows. It comforts me. And it gives me something to HUM or SING when I'm bored.
Lost is back, which makes me a happy TV-watching girl. Others complained about the premiere, but I liked it. This is unusual for me, because I am really impatient, and I tend to get bored by long-drawn out storylines/mysteries (I gave up on X-Files after 1.5 years). Oh yeah, I usually HATE flashbacks too. They break up the story's momentum and are generally lame.
Lost is different though -- special. I'm willing to stay for the long, slow ride each week because of the journey is entertaining. And that is saying a lot. At this point, I don't even really care about uncovering the ultimate mystery of why. I just like watching what unfolds each week. I enjoy watching the characters develop. And I really love BenHenry Gale - who is so awesome in his creepy Other-way.
How do I know? Because the CRITICS love it! And so far, all the shows that critics have loved -- I have found to be UNWATCHABLE.
UGLY BETTY - hailed as "sweet" and "original" was actually "obnoxious" and a blatant rip-off of "The Devil Wears Prada." As a half hour show, Betty might slide by, as an hour -- NEVER. I don't know about you, but my time is too precious to waste.
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