I’ve been a Howard Stern fan for most of his radio career. So I swallowed hard and set my DVR for “America’s Got Talent,” to watch him in his foray to the network.
I’ve never watched any of what passes for contemporary talent shows among the network’s reality offerings. I’ve seen nary an episode of “American Idol” or “The Voice” or “The X Factor” or “So You Think You Can Dance.” Call me a snob, but they all look like extended auditions for the next big lounge act in Reno or a headliner in Branson, Mo.
But I’m a Howard loyalist. (More…)
My pal Brother Wease and I get into it about “America’s Got Talent,” sequels and more if you click here.
My pal Brother Wease and I kick it around about “Dark Shadows,” right-wing lunatics and the death of Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys here.
When it comes to actress Zooey Deschanel, I feel as though I’m suffering from post-kid-in-a-candy-store syndrome.
In other words, Deschanel is like some favorite treat, one that’s a treat exactly because you only get it rarely and in small quantities. Then suddenly, you’re given an unlimited quantity of that treat – and the chance to gorge yourself. Until you’ve consumed so much that you’re sick to your stomach. And you never want to taste that treat again. Ever.
That’s how I now feel about Zooey Deschanel. (More…)
Catching up with a few things I’ve been thinking about but haven’t had a chance to get around to:
Let’s start with “The Three Stooges,” which I didn’t catch up with until a couple of weeks after it opened.
Frankly, I felt lucky that I had a conflict with the only press screening of the Farrelly brothers’ version of the old comedy team. The idea of actors like Sean Penn, Benicio del Toro or any of the other names that were tossed around over the last few years of casting discussion never excited me. When they actually started making the movie with distinctly less star power, well, sorry, I didn’t care. (More…)