This used to be the class of reality tv
But it's been far too long since we've had a season that let great racers distinguish themselves with travel choices, strategery and great task completion. Instead, "don't come in last each leg" is the most viable path.

No one wants to see Tracy Jordan norbit his chance at the EGOT.

So Money > Relevance, still.
Really, when's the last time something that happened on his show broke through into public consciousness? Back when he was on old-fashioned radio, people actually talked about him.

Here's how the event was listed on the 92Y website:

as Linda Holmes aptly noted
"It is exactly — exactly — like demanding your money back because Elton John didn't play "Rocket Man."" Martin's a multi-talented artist, and he's promoting a book right now. The Y should be ashamed for even thinking to offer refunds rather than defend its booking.

I'd certainly move the two Short Film categories out of the broadcast; would love to replace with Best First Film awards for director and actors.

I don't care if they do it via significant clips or the actor-to-actor speechy stuff. Just give *some* context as to why the performance was nominated.

sure, why not.
But given how often the shows fall behind schedule, the hosts pretty much disappear after the first hour anyway.

not gonna happen
Timberpants might never release a solo album again, let alone spend years in a project where the money gets divided by five.

Showgirls, Basic Instinct, Starship Troopers … all Verhoeven films are deliberately over-the-top. (The only mistake Showgirls makes is the rape scene. Just went too far.)

I'm thrilled for her.
That was a hell of a tragic kiln accident; the Emily Dickinson College newspaper had reported that she had passed away.

Jugger-NOT
I'm not convinced that a show without Simon Cowell and with Apprentice-like challenges replacing "just get up there and sing" is going to be the ratings dominator which Idol once was. Do we forget that the show shed about 10% of its audience last year?

Wow.
Between this and the Fran Leibowitz doc on HBO tonight, this must be People Who Are Famous In Manhattan That The Rest of the Country Doesn't Give A Shit About Week.

So you got donated by this "Andy", huh? Well it's his loss, Sheriff. He can't hurt you no more.

but, but …
…. he's an EVIL BEAR WHO SMELLS OF STRAWBERRIES.

It was pretty freakin' brilliant.
Even if the breast cancer angle was obvious to viewers, at least Eli was smart enough to let Smoke Monster DA's campaign take the hit. And for a show that's already this cynical, the Michael J. Fox character was a grand slam, especially the reveal at the end on the settlement target.

If anything …
… it's crap like this which makes one appreciate what a quality piece of entertainment LOVE ACTUALLY is in comparison. Other than Laura Linney not getting a happy ending (oops, spoiler?) (and maybe even because she didn't), it's a pretty perfectly constructed emotion-driving machine.

Better than Despicable Me, by a lot. At least for grownups. I LOL'd for reals at, among other things, the Donkey Kong gag.

I have no problem believing alcohol made Mel Gibson say things he wouldn't have otherwise, but there needs to be underlying anti-Semitism and misogyny for them to be there waiting for the opening.

"You can't 'do your time' for being a drunken racist boor with a crazily out-of-control temper" is, more or less, my point — Gibson couldn't do criminal time, so the only sanction which is left is Hollywood/cultural shunning for a while. It's the only punishment which is available.