Somewhere in my past or childhood, I must have done something pretty darn good, because hallelujah holy Moses, Dead Like Me is now on Hulu. All of it! Both seasons!
For a show with such a stunning pedigree -- holla atcha, Bryan Fuller; we still love you -- DLM flew kind of under the radar. It's a show I recommend to people all the time, especially to anyone who mentions liking Pushing Daisies or, seriously, Our Town. That whole "I can't go on. It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another" vibe? Combine that with a sense of whimsy and some hyperliteracy, and poof! Dead Like Me, the story of a group of Grim Reapers as told by their youngest member, the angsty college dropout George.
Who's with me, PopWatchers? Did you love this show when it was on, and are you pumped that its made its Web debut?
That naughty little scamp Sacha Baron Cohen is at it again with his Borat follow-up, Brüno. But how does the new movie stack-up comedically compared to its predecessor? (Probably depends on your feelings about full frontal nudity.) We've seen the new film and break down the differences on today's episode of Must List Live! Does Brüno surpass Borat? Watch the video below to find out!
Not sure if you guys know this about me but I'm a pretty big deal down in Chihuahua, Mexico. Wes is gone, Wes is gone. There are so many classic Wes moments and lines in this episode that I hardly know where to begin. Things obviously deteriorated pretty fast this week between Wes and Jillian and I know it was pretty obvious who was going home by the time we got to the rose ceremony, but it didn't matter because you knew Wes' ego wouldn't allow him to go quietly into that Spanish night. You just couldn't take your eyes off this Texas-sized dumpster fire.
The week started with Jillian meeting Kiptyn in Madrid. After watching Jill and Kiptyn do their own version of dancing with the stars we know this: Kiptyn can't really dance and he's circumcised. Geez, how tight were those pants? Everything is going smooth with Kip. One thing that seems to worry Jilli a little is that right now Kip doesn't seem all that enthused about proposing at the end of this and she is definitely looking for that. It's not a deal breaker by any means but as she said, it's an issue that will have to be addressed. After Kip, Jillian happened to run into Matthew Perry in Spain…wait. That's not Chandler, that's Reid. We learned on this date that Reid is large (Soy grande). I think Jillian and Reid's relationship has been fun to watch grow. They seem to complement and challenge each other well. Their relationship may have started slowly but over the last few weeks it has really picked up steam. Out of all the guys, Reid seems to be having the toughest time handling the fact that Jillian is dating other men at the same time. That's always tough for the guys and their egos. I did find it amusing when Jill asked Reid what he found hard about the fact that she's dating three other guys. What could he possibly have a problem with when he knows his girl friend will be making out with another man in about 12 hours? Bottom line though is Chandler…Reid is looming grande right now in Jillian's corazon (bet ya didn't think I knew French now, did ya).
A fun activity for these economically strapped times: Go to your local library, rifle through the shelves, and try to locate the most ridiculous book you can find! Or, if you prefer to save gas money -- or are currently wondering, "What are books?" -- just log onto Awful Library Books, an awesome blog that posts the worst reads available in local libraries. The blog, which was started by two Detroit-area librarians -- see TIME's article about the duo here -- is a little like a literary version of FailBlog, highlighting long-forgotten treasures like Bert Bacharach's Book For Men, Dee Snider's Teenage Survival Guide, and Guide to the Return of Halley's Comet (useful once every 75 years!).
This "Ode to the Indie" from The Rotten Tomatoes Show folks is supposed to poke fun of indie romances. But it only makes me love them more. It's practically an indie rendition of The Sound of Music's "My Favorite Things." My favorite things? Sad Bill Murray. Hand-drawn fonts. And Zooey Deschanel.
Oh. And headbands.
Kudos to Ellen and Brett, but I look forward to The Shins cover version.
What are some of your favorite indie-film staples?
Seth Green and Matt Senreich will promote the July 21 Robot Chicken: Star Wars Episode II DVD release (and the continuation of their Adult Swim show's fourth season -- nine new eps starting July 26) with a nine-city roller rink tour. The parties, which kick off July 25 in San Diego at Comic-Con, will feature performances by Gym Class Heroes, as well as appearances by the creators (who will travel from city-to-city on a tour bus), the show's writers (including Breckin Meyer), and famous fans. Also apparently, there will, in fact, be roller skating.
So, are you ready to return to the roller rink? My memories of the one I frequented growing up in Central Pennsylvania are mostly blocked. But I remember the joy of realizing that my shirt glowed and the fear that made me afraid to do whatever it is you have to do with your skate to stop (so I would just run into the wall). Okay, I need to stop before I remember that humiliation that happened by the Pac-Man machine. It's close to surfacing... Abort! ABORT!
Your turn. What's your favorite roller rink memory? Dates and details on the parties after the jump.
Last night's Daily Show with Jon Stewart was one of its most femme-y episodes to date, with segments from both of the show's lady correspondents, Samantha Bee and Kristen Schaal. Kristen's interview, which covered the possible burka ban in France, quite reasonably led to her seductively licking mayonnaise off of a spoon. She is officially my Fourth of July Weekend hero. Watch and learn...how to become an empowered woman.
She committed way harder to that mayo than Stewart himself committed to the pancake-wrapped sausage dipped in Baconnaise, don't you think? All he did was spit it out! Unacceptable.
Just when I was thinking "There is absolutely nothing ugly about that ubiquitous Ugly Truth TV promo, and we would all be lucky to remotely resemble Katherine Heigl in casualwear let alone a slinky black dress," in rides Katherine Heigl's series of not quite gorgeous but very realistic 'O' faces, as triggered by a delighted, preteen boy. I should clarify: The preteen boy is operating her turbo-charged vibrating briefs, which Heigl's character has obviously chosen to wear during an important dinner. Don't get her wrong -- she's not usually such a "sexual deviant." (Boo!) Heigl's great at faking it here, though I hope for her sake that she got to make actual use of the prop. Did I really just say that? Check out the NSFW scene below, in a clip from ComingSoon.net (And there's a really annoying 30-second commercial before the clip begins, but just turn the volume down and use that time to embrace July by thinking about ice cream.)
Season 5 of Discovery's Deadliest Catch has made me more tense than a shower scene on Oz. I needed a moment of levity last night. The Time Bandit hitting another "crabalanche" while working the plentiful secret family fishing ground known as "the Butt Cheeks" was nice, as was narrator Mike Rowe's announcement that Captain Sig had quit smoking for all of 3.5 hours. But it was really Captain Phil who came through with his "fart bubbles" theory. Crabs are "fartin' little machines," he said. "We can find those fart bubbles, we got it made. You watch, if there's fart bubbles, there's crabs." Enjoy the clip below.
Did you read Variety's news item Monday about VH1's new programs? I hope you read it carefully. If you just skimmed it, you might have missed the most exciting news -- for me -- buried in the piece: I Love New York 2's Frank "The Entertainer" Moresco will be getting his own show!
Okay, so I might be one of the few actually excited about this concept, a show in which The Entertainer tries to find love. (Can you blame me? This guy invades my dreams.) But can I get an "Amen, brother!" anyway? Not only does Frank boast a backstory that practically begs for its own program -- the deadbeat reality star is constantly struggling to move out of his parents' basement -- but the I Love Money contestant has been one of the main sources of, well, entertainment on these trash-tastic VH1 shows. I just can't believe it took so long, especially considering that VH1 has already gifted shows to ho-hum bores like Real and Chance and Daisy De La Hoya. After all, you can't tell me Frank doesn't deserve it: This is the same fellow who sucked on New York's toes for airtime.
Do you, like me, looooooooooooove The Entertainer?
