This has been a sad year, what with all the wars and plagues. Even TV was sad. Here are some of the sadlights.
“Sons of Anarchy” is a show I’ve heard about but never watched. So I tuned in to a recent episode on demand.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been asked mid-shampoo, “Who is the singer Pink married,” or “Who won two Heismans?”
I can imagine a new genre of reality TV: Things eating other things! Here are some shows I’d like to propose:
One student says, “We all had to do things tonight that we didn’t want to do.” There are brief glimpses of a cheerleader spinning in the sky and a coin flipping. Huh?
Clearly we need more American adaptations of telenovelas. May I recommend …
HBO and CBS have both announced plans to stream content via the Internet. So the media pundits are asking, to quote a headline from The Guardian: “Is this the end of TV?”
No longer can millions of children lie upon their bellies in front of the TV, cereal in hand, feet waving in the air, their eyeballs glued to the same cartoon.
I do not think any other TV show, even “Nova,” has ever crammed so many “particle accelerators” into one episode.
Annalist Keating is clever, calculating, a cheater, a practitioner of tough love. But not choleric.