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Like a polygamist with many wives, we who are married to HBO on Sunday nights remain most loyal to the one that first got us to the chapel, The Sopranos. And we'll dance with Tony, Carmela, Uncle Joon and the rest until the very end.
When Star Jones clopped back onto the set of The View this week, admit it, we were all staring at her new breasts. And for that, I am very, very ashamed. And a little frightened. According to legend, if you stare directly at her breasts, you will turn into a big block of cheese. (I still can't look at her without thinking of a term I once heard: obesely gaunt.)
As they say in Dodgeball, "It's a three-player swing!" That's what happens with the move of Katie Couric from NBC's Today to CBS Evening News. Out goes old pro Bob Schieffer, who has grown the CBS newscast by 2 million viewers since Rather's departure. In comes Couric, never able to get one sentence through her dental work without fluffing at least two syllables --then excusing herself with a hoity-toity "Rah-ther...." The third player in the swing is, by all accounts Meredith Vieira, who jumps from the left chair on The View to the sofa on Today, where she'll have to stop talking about "going commando" lest Matt Lauer get the icks.
Growing up as the son of Gloria Vanderbilt, Anderson Cooper never had to worry about where the next meal was coming from (unless Le Cirque was closed for remodeling) or how the rent would be paid. Maybe that's why his career as a reporter and anchor is all the more remarkable. On CNN this past week, he's kicked some major media ass as a hard-hitting, compassionate and well-informed man on the scene. He has challenged the double-talk of authorities. He has waded into the murk to rescue people. And he has managed to do it without showboating, a la Geraldo Rivera, Diane Sawyer, Katie Couric and the rest of them.
From TV Guide online: "John Leguizamo to join cast of ER."
Been watching TV more often than writing about it. Thassaway it goes sometimes. When MTV's running a Laguna Beach marathon, it's better than a fistful of Ambien. Between naps I can watch "LC" get drunk with Stephen in Rosarita, Meheeko, while back in Cali, her nemesis -- her bleached blond Dr. Evil in Antik jeans -- Kristin, strolls the avenues, terrorizing lesser mortals. And what's with Talan, falling for Kristin's obvious come-ons? And who's the goateed satyr cutting through Laguna's teen girl tribes like a surfboard through a sweet curl? It's all too, too wonderful. Other blogs claim LC has a job with Teen Vogue. I'll bet she's one of those girls who call magazines "books," because they've never read the other kind.
For Brat Camp 2, let's ship off all the spoiled young scions currently whining their way through Filthy Rich: Cattle Drive (E!). What a bunch of spoiled little pussies.