I caught the special Christmas episode of SUPERNATURAL the other night and… brace yourselves… I really liked it. What can I say? I’m a sucker for little old people who happen to be demon-worshipping pagans. Is it just me, or does this show — which, as many C.T. haters out there know, I’ve only see a few times — love to play with the homoeroticism between the brothers? When Sam and Dean tried to buy a wreath, the guy selling them obviously thought they were a couple and they played it up, very tongue in cheek. What? Is it just me? I know this isn’t the first time I’ve seen that kind of exchange played. Meanwhile, for those who recommended episodes for me to check out after my confession to, um, not liking (to say the least) this show, you might be interested to know that I’ve been doing just that and will be offering up a new piece in the next couple weeks which will… um… well, let’s just see how my viewings go, shall we?
Is it time for season three of DEXTER yet? I seriously love that show. Yes, I’d be a tad happier if they didn’t write every season-concluding episode as if it were a series finale. Would it kill them to give a guy a cliffhanger?
Am I the only one who fast-forwards through SURVIVOR’s “remember your fallen tribe mates” crap each and every season? I suppose if you’re going to do a three-hour episode, it’s good to have a block of time in which everyone can go make snacks, phone loved ones, check their e-mail. And if there’s one thing I never, ever want to hear another contestant on this show say it’s, “I’m not ready to go home yet.” I’d rather listen to them whine and complain about wanting to go home than have the final four using the worst line in the book instead of just being honest and saying, “You know something? I worked every bit as hard as you did, and I want that cold, cool million bucks. So hell no, I don’t want you voting my butt out.”
Before the new season of BIG BROTHER begins in February, Julie Chen should be forced to watch Jeff Probst whether he’s hosting tribal council or a reunion show. This guy is both entertaining and asks the hard questions. He calls people on their moronic moves, and finds out what we all want to know. “Courtney, are you anorexic, bulemic or delusional?” or “James, you had two hidden immunity idols and didn’t use either. Are you a moron?” Okay, so I’m paraphrasing.
Reason #4,325,328 to hate Bill O’Reilly (but who’s counting?): The self-proclaimed culture warrior has declared war on those who’d rather say “happy holidays” as opposed to Merry Christmas. As always, people like him refuse to see that they are preaching the rhetoric of division. For him, the season is about Christmas and the birth of Christ, period, whereas for millions of people who celebrate Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or Boxing Day still consider this, in the truest sense of the word, the “holiday season.” Thus, “happy holidays” is an inclusionary statement, whereas “Merry Christmas” is, by its very nature, exclusionary. Yup, I’ll be opening Christmas presents on December 25, but I’ll be signing the cards I send out “Happy Holidays.”
I don’t know that I needed two full hours of CLASH OF THE CHOIRS, but this show was a lot more entertaining than I could have imagined it would be. Of course, how could it go wrong, what with the “best and worst” auditions made so popular on AMERICAN IDOL (without the snarky determination to make those less talented feel small… are you watching, Simon?), celebs giving back (the winning choir will win $250,000 for charities in the city from which they hail) and some truly beautiful music. If you don’t smile watching Nick Lachey dance on the sidelines some kind of demented stage mom, you’re just not human. Call me a sucker, but this is feel-good television of the first order. If all reality television left viewers feeling this good, the genre would have a lot fewer detractors.
