Who the heck is Shane Reynolds? Or should I say, Shane O? That nickname, along with the gonzo show title, almost made me click past NatGeo Wildâ€™s â€œShane Untamed.â€ The last thing I wanted to watch was some thrill seeing yahoo jet skiing through the Everglades, flipping off alligators and trying to use a manatee as a boogie board.
Before I saw the third season premiere of “HawthoRNe” (Tuesday, June 14 at 10 p.m. EST) I thought the big news was the addition of Derek Luke (remember “Antwone Fisher”?) to the cast. Luke plays Miles Bourget, the new protégé of Dr. Tom Wakefield (Michael Vartan) at the hospital. He’s a guy who prays for his patients, keeps a low profile and seems to be, like Tom, one of the good guys. Basically, a doctor you’d like to be on your insurance carrier’s list of health care providers but never is.
Are you still recovering from the ridiculous drama of “The Bachelorette” last week? I think Ashley, is, too, although I wish we could get that memory erasing gizmo from “The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” to flush Bentley completely out of her system. I’m guessing, if she’s watching these episodes, she’d probably go for it. Heck, she may be smashing away at her skull with an old garden brick as we speak. Not only must she want to wash that man right out of her hair, she probably wants to follow up with full body laser dermabrasion and a flea bath chaser.
On the surface, there's no obvious winner in this TV Smackdown. While Dr. Oz comes to us bearing not only an Emmy but the stamp of approval from none other than Oprah herself, “The Doctors” is no slouch in daytime TV’s quest to make us just a little more neurotic our health, either. The show has won an Emmy and is just one step removed from the Queen of Television: it’s executive produced by none other than “Oprah” alum Dr. Phil. But just as all herpes sores and dog foods aren’t alike (see below), neither are these TV shows. Okay, not the prettiest parallel I could draw there, but consider yourself warned.
Eeek, itâ€™s time for the final cut from 31 to the top 20. The worst part about this stage in the competition is that no one has actually screwed up. All of these dancers are good enough to proceed, but there are only twenty spots and someone doesnâ€™t get a cookie. Itâ€™s really kind of a depressing night, even though itâ€™s exciting to finally meet our official top 20. And the good news is that this season weâ€™ll be spared the tiresome home visits which always felt uncomfortable when the news was bad (â€œIâ€™m sorry to tell you you wonâ€™t be joining us. Gotta hit the road. Whereâ€™s your bathroom?â€) and will instead get dancing. Sounds good to me!
We’re down to the final four, and I’m sure someone very, very accomplished will win but I’m not sure I’m too invested in the end result. Maybe that’s because our chefs, having gotten this far in the competition, don’t seem too invested, either. Granted, they’ve taken a lot of time off of work, they miss their families and they’ve made it far enough in the game that they can take pride in knowing their damn good at what they do. The only chef who seems a little keyed up is Floyd, and I think he just wants to beat Mary Sue at something, anything as a point of pride. He’s probably eaten at Border Grill. That’s all I’m saying.
It’s getting down to the wire on “So You Think You Can Dance.” The finalists are practicing, the judges are putting on their frowny faces, everyone is dreading the blood bath known as contemporary. This is always a little gut wrenching, so I hope you aren’t rooting for anyone in particular at this point. I always get a little excited about a dancer only to see them doing the walk of shame out of the theater, sobbing and blowing their nose into their tank top. It’s no fun for either one of us.
So VH1 has managed to round up yet another passel of Hollywood’s D-list for a fifth season of “Celebrity Rehab.” The mildly familiar names who will be gracing us with their detox vomiting and general grumpiness beginning Sunday, June 26 at 9 p.m. are Sean Young (“Bladerunner”), Michael Lohan (Lindsay’s dad), Bai Ling (“The Crow), Amy Fisher (the infamous Long Island Lolita), Jeremy Jackson (“Baywatch”), Dwight Gooden, Jessica Kipper (“Survivor”) and relapsing alumnus Steven Adler (Guns n’ Roses).
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, television must be nose-deep in the stuff. Here’s a look at the highest profile distaff chat shows – and how to choose which one to watch. If you’re going to watch one, that is.
One by one, theyâ€™re biting the dust: â€œAll My Childrenâ€ (September 2011) and One Life to Live (January 2012) are the latest casualties in the world of network daytime drama. And while â€œThe Bold and the Beautiful,â€ â€œThe Young and the Restlessâ€ â€œGeneral Hospitalâ€ and â€œDays of Our Livesâ€ are keeping the chat shows at bay, the status of one of those already looks a little shaky: with Katie Couricâ€™s announcement that sheâ€™ll be debuting a syndicated talk show next year, ABC noted theyâ€™d like to use the weirdly elfin broadcaster Â to fill the 3 p.m. slot â€“ the time â€œGHâ€ airs on its stations. While it doesnâ€™t mean a certain end for â€œGHâ€ (the chat shows â€œThe Chewâ€ and â€œThe Revolution,â€ which are taking the place of â€œAMCâ€ and â€œOLTLâ€ could certainly fail, leaving an opening for â€œGHâ€), it does seem like another step closer to the end. But is that such a bad thing?