"Wilfred" ended its first season tonight, and I have a review of the finale (and thoughts on the season as a whole) coming up just as soon as I smell like conniving...
HBO has ordered Aaron Sorkin's untitled drama series about cable news to series, premiere date TBD.
The project features an impressive cast, including Jeff Daniels as the anchor, Emily Mortimer as his new producer, Alison Pill, Olivia Munn and Dev Patel as newsroom staffers and Sam Waterston as the wise boss. (Looking at this from a distance, the Sorkin shorthand seems as follows: Daniels is Casey, Mortimer is Dana, Pill and/or Munn is Natalie, Patel Jeremy, and Waterston a hybrid of Isaac and Leo.)
When it became clear that Aaron Sorkin's "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" wasn't working - in part, but not entirely, because the show-within-the-show never seemed nearly as funny as the characters insisted it was - a sentiment arose that viewers wish he had just taken the "Sports Night" approach to life at a cable news channel, rather than sketch comedy. Now he is, and with the backing of HBO plus the authority that comes with winning an Oscar for writing "The Social Network."
The 2011 Primetime Emmy Awards are on September 18th, and it's time once again for Fienberg and I to discuss whom we think should and will win(*) some of the major categories. Next up is a twofer: Outstanding Directing for a Comedy Series and Outstanding Directing for a Drama Series.
Demands on my time for the start of the TV season are once again keeping me from doing much more with "The Hour" than providing this space for everybody to discuss their reaction to the latest episode. (And, as of now, this is the last one I've seen in advance, so I may not even be able to do this much for the last two installments; at least, not in as timely a fashion.)
The fourth episode kept pushing both the spy story and the love triangle, and thus far I'm much more invested in the personal material, and whatever is happening with the show itself, than I am with Freddie's investigation into Kish, double agents and whatnot. Keeping in mind that we're not going to discuss anything from the final two episodes (which already aired in the UK), what did everybody else think of this one?
After a week off and then a technical glitch yesterday, the Firewall & Iceberg Podcast returns with Dan and I looking ahead to the finales of "Wilfred," "Louie" and "Entourage," answering a whole lot of listener mail and then breaking down two "Breaking Bad" episodes. The rundown:
If you pay attention to latenight TV at all, you probably know that Uncle Frank, a fixture of "Jimmy Kimmel Live" from the very first episode, passed away recently. Frank Potenza was a retired New York cop and Kimmel's actual uncle, as opposed to those friends of your parents whom you call uncle.
He was also that rare breed on television: a truly genuine person.
The 2011 Primetime Emmy Awards are on Sunday, September 18th, and Fienberg and I are going to spend much of the next week and a half talking about who we think should win the major categories, and predicting who will. (Keep in mind that neither of us has an especially impressive track record at the latter, so please do not risk any of your actual money based on our guesses.)
First up: Outstanding Miniseries or Movie, the first time that miniseries and made-for-TV movies have been combined into one big category. (Acting, writing, directing, etc. for the two have been combined for years, and so few of either are made anymore that the Emmys just gave up the ghost on presenting two separate awards.)
Last week's "Rescue Me," the penultimate episode of the FX firefighting drama, spent most of its running time on the wedding of Tommy Gavin's eldest daughter Colleen to his colleague Black Shawn. It was a long sequence, alternately funny and unbearable. Then the episode segued rather abruptly into one of its hairiest, most riveting fire sequences ever, as Tommy and the rest of the guys on 62 Truck became trapped in an arson fire after turning away from a waiting escape ladder to try to rescue a few more civilians. Their only exit blocked, best friends Tommy and Lou faced each other, unsure of what to do next...
...and then the building blew up.
The episode was, in other words, seven seasons of "Rescue Me" in a nutshell: at times hilarious, at times obnoxious, and then so riveting that you will almost forgive it every one of its past sins.