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5 Supporting Characters That Take the Lead

Today, I realized that I’m still watching Pushing Daisies for one reason: Emerson Cod. The rest bore me with their romantic trials and tribulations, but the grumpy knitting detective lures me in week after week — and inspired today’s Friday 5: which tertiary characters are far more interesting than the supposed stars?

Leighton Meester as Blair Waldorf 5. Blair Waldorf. Her name may come first in the credits, but few people are tuning in to Gossip Girl to enjoy Blake Lively’s bland performance as Serena, the former bad girl trying to redeem herself (and who, sadly, has not acted like a bad girl even once). The real attraction is Leighton Meester’s ability to make bitchy Blair lovably hateful. The character didn’t really come into her own until she broke up with her milquetoast boyfriend, but she’s starting to finally show some Amanda Woodward-esque tendencies, a change that came not a minute too soon.

4. Tyra Banks ego.
On every episode of America’s Next Top Model, there are two Tyras sitting at the judging table. The first is the pretend Tyra, the kind mentor who only wants to help these poor, beautiful, and thoroughly deluded girls achieve their potential as reality show chum. However, this Tyra is completely outshone by the invisible beast sitting next to her in the form of her massive ego, which uses the show as a a platform to demonstrate why she is the greatest model of all time. No life in a model’s eyes? That is her cue to break out the crazy stare in a demonstration of how she would never, ever have dead eyes (demon eyes, apparently, are a different category altogether). Is a contestant complaining about getting heat stroke while wearing a ski coat in the Sahara in June? Ha! That is weakness! Modeling, the ego assures us, is hard work. You must be the smartest, the strongest, the Tyra-ist to survive. And as soon as her third personality creates the Super-Botox that allows her to look twenty again, she will sweep away all these runway neophytes and RULE fashion again. Don’t try telling her she won’t.


chimcbride.jpg 3. Emerson Cod. I could describe Emerson Cod, but the man himself can do a better job of it. These lines work best when you picture them dryly spoken by a very tall and permanently annoyed man:

  • The truth ain’t like puppies, a bunch of them running around, you pick your favorite.
  • Future Me is saying ‘I told you so’ all upside your head…but Now Me is standing here quietly.
  • Someone in love is like a gangsta. They be like, ‘Oh baby, you bleeding. How did that happen?’ while they’re hiding the razor in their weave.
  • Just because there’s vodka in my freezer doesn’t mean I need to drink it. Wait…yes it does.
  • Well, that idea might make a stupid idea feel better about itself.

As long as Chi McBride is rocking Emerson Cod, I can’t stop watching.

2. Miranda Bailey. She is the heart and soul of the very silly Grey’s Anatomy and the only reason I can still respect myself for watching. (Yes, I know I’m trying to break up with this show, but these things take time.) Cassandra Wilson plays Bailey with so much sass, heart, backbone, and all around style that she mows down anyone in her path. The other actors look like bemused amateurs when Wilson gets going. Don’t tell my mom, but I’m secretly hoping Bailey adopts me some day. She would have my entire life sorted out within two days — and then move on to my friends.

phil.jpg1. Phil Keoghan. Sure, he’s the host of The Amazing Race, but he’s always forced to take a backseat to the racers. And yet, Keoghan is the grounding force behind the show. When he appears on screen, all wind-blown hair and rugged good looks, it’s obvious the true adventurer has arrived. The only reason the teams have a chance of winning is that Keoghan is contractually bound not to compete. Otherwise, they’d surely find themselves eating his dust as he sailed past on a horse-drawn chariot that he was driving backwards while doing a headstand and eating the live grubs considered a delicacy among some South American tribes. Come on, this is the man who broke the world record for bungee-jumping and who rested atop an erupting volcano to eat his lunch. The winning team may win a million dollars, but they’ll never be as cool as Phil.

What do you think? Which secondary characters — past and present — rule the shows and school the leads?

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Tidbits for November 29

  • The Wire, one of the few shows completely unaffected by the writers’ strike, has a confirmed air date at last. It’s returning to HBO on January 6, though those that have On Demand can skip that whole “get drunk and desperately find someone to kiss at midnight” ritual and start watching it on New Year’s Eve. Big Screen Little Screen has compiled all the promo clips if you want a taste of what’s to come. Me, I came late to the party, so I’ll be binging on seasons three and four over the Christmas holiday.
  • Providing further evidence that no one can resist David Tennant’s Doctor Who, the BBC reports that Billie Piper will return to the Tardis for a three episode arc next year. For those keeping track, this is the fourth companion that is either confirmed or rumored to be joining the Doctor in 2008 (the others include Catherine Tate, Freema Agyeman and Lily Allen). It’s going to get cozy on that there Tardis. Rose-lovers and -haters, form your battle lines now.
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Strictly Come Dancing, Or Why One Should Not Take the BBC Too Seriously

My last few posts about the BBC have probably given the impression that our beloved broadcasting corporation is a worthy institution that only produces high quality, intellectually stimulating, socially relevant programming. I want to apologise right now if you are labouring under such an illusion, because let me assure you, for every beautifully-rendered costume drama, every insightful documentary and award-winning political debate, for every single worthy programme the Beeb has ever produced, there is some utterly embarrassing, waste-of-good-electricity dreck being broadcast as well.

strictlycomedancing_250x350.jpgSo, in the interests of presenting the whole BBC picture, I would like to draw your attention to Strictly Come Dancing. This show, now in its fifth series, is almost literally the bastard love child of an old BBC series called Come Dancing - a televised ballroom dancing competition that began in 1949 and ran until 1998 - and the movie Strictly Ballroom. The result is the most ludicrously-titled television programme in the history of ever. I mean, come on. Strictly come dancing? What does that even mean?

The content of the show will be familiar to most of you as it is strikingly similar to ABC’s Dancing With The Stars. Yep, it’s a reality TV show in which C-List celebrities dance with professional partners and get voted off week by week. Sensibly, ABC decided to rename the show when they bought the idea from the BBC. Well done, ABC. (OK, I will stop complaining about the name now, I swear.)

I’ve never actually seen the ABC version of the show, but I’m willing to bet it’s better than the BBC version. It would have to be, because for starters it’s not hosted by certified old lecher Bruce Forsyth – regrettable stalwart of Saturday night British televisual entertainment since the early 1960s, and showing no signs of retiring any time soon – who spends the programme leering at the female dancers and considers the catchphrase “Nice to see you, to see you nice!” to be the very pinnacle of wit. It also doesn’t help that the celebrities competing are so very C-list that I’m sorry to say I only recognised three of them.

Don’t get me wrong, I am a massive fan of reality TV. ITV’s I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here is, I think, sublime television, because it forces minor celebrities to do things like eat grubs and get buried alive in a coffin full of rats. I mean, who doesn’t want to watch that? But Strictly Come Dancing fluctuates between irritating and dull. There are lots of glittery outfits and faux-flirtation between dance partners, but no real drama or intrigue. And with no coffin full of rats for the loser, I find it quite difficult to really give a crap who gets voted off each week.

This is the sort of show that makes me grumble about having to pay a TV license fee. But, according to the ratings, an alarming proportion of the British public are apparently delighted that their license money is being spent on it. Last year’s season of the show was the fourth most popular programme of 2006.

I should despair for my people, but instead I am choosing to believe that the vast majority of Strictly Come Dancing’s viewers are watching the show while playing some kind of drinking game based on how often competitors disingenuously remark how much better all the other couples are, or how often Brucey eyes up his appealingly blonde and pert co-host. I imagine the whole thing gets a lot more entertaining the other side of a couple of vodka shots. I am also choosing to believe that my portion of the license fee went towards Ewan McGregor’s motorcycle. So there.

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How to Kill a Hero

With so many characters developing regenerative abilities, it’s become very difficult for any heroes to actually stay dead. And, with a cast as bloated as this one, the show is in dire need of some pruning. Sure, Heroes may appear to be righting itself, but it still manages to stuff dull filler between the genuinely interesting scenes. With one (long desired) death on Monday’s episode, they’ve made a start, but it’s only the tip of the carnage iceberg I’d like to see. If the show could see fit to include a proper massacre, I have a few suggestions for them. [spoilers below]

Suresh: The most annoying non-hero on the program. He manages to be morally simplistic and righteous while constantly making the stupidest choices possible. He’s meant to be the smart character, so he should really stop acting as if he’s taking morality pointers from a kindergarten teacher. Preferred form of death: bizarre photocopying accident at the Company. He doesn’t deserve any better.

Niki: The most pointless hero on the program. We’re now halfway through the second season, and this woman still has not figured out how to use her freaking power. Even her split personalities are getting bored of her indecision. Preferred form of death: she is so busy whining, complaining and looking sad that she simply forgets to eat. Slow, but effective.

Parkman: I have never warmed to Parkman, which saddens me, as I liked Greg Grunberg in Alias and Felicity. Unfortunately, his character in Heroes lacks any of the wise-assery that made those two roles so enjoyable. Instead, he mopes. And worries. Occasionally, he even acts indignant. Preferred form of death: Just shoot him in the chest. Quick, painless, and believable for a cop.

Sylar: I know he has his fans, but the character has got to go. He is not adding anything to the story, and his only purpose at the moment is to reveal the stupidity of everyone he encounters. Zachary Quinto’s line readings are so infused with villainous intent that it’s ludicrous Maya doesn’t notice the flashing neon sign reading, “Hi! I’m a bad guy!” The man would make a legitimate offer of tea and biscuits sound creepy. Preferred form of death: After having his memory erased by the Haitian, he returns to fixing time-pieces, a skill that slowly evolves into an obsession. Killed while trying to scale Big Ben.

Maya: One Emo Wonder Twin down, one to go. Never has a single hero been so hated by so many for so little reason. Of course, her inability to sense Sylar’s evil tells us that she is too stupid to live. Preferred form of death: Her own powers short-circuit and she black-eyes herself into oblivion.

Molly: Yeah, I know she’s a kid, and I’m a bad, bad person for thinking this, but I don’t care because a) she’s fictional and b) she’s just fucking annoying. Are we supposed to root for Parkman and Suresh as they try to save her? I only resent them for keeping her alive (which may partially account for their presence on this list). Preferred form of death: Damn virus takes away her powers and she is happily adopted by a loving family. Come on, she’s a kid. I can’t actually kill her.

And then we’d be left with Hiro, Ando, Peter, Nathan, Adam, Claire, Mr. Bennet and the controversial Elle: talented, charismatic actors that are doing their best to create interesting, three-dimensional characters. Now, a full hour of that, and I’d be looking forward to the show each week. So writers, do me a favor. When you get back to work, how about bringing us a bit of well-earned bloodshed?

What about you? Who would not survive your Heroes slaughter?

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After All That We’ve Been Through: Breaking Up With Grey’s Anatomy

Breaking up is hard to do. Everyone knows that. And yet, breaking up with a TV show shouldn’t be that difficult. It’s not like you need to worry about tears, or hurt feelings, or restraining orders. You just stop watching. No muss, no fuss.

But then you start remembering all the good times you once had, and you believe them when they vow that they can change, baby. How can you just walk away from something that once meant so much?

Last week, Variety wrote about breaking up with Prison Break, a show that hasn’t given me that lovin’ feeling for quite some time. I caught myself watching episodes out of a sense of obligation, rather than the desire for some wacky prison hijinks or shirtless Michael. Frequently, it would sit on my hard drive for days, until I would finally, reluctantly, watch it – and half the time, I’d be cleaning my room at the same time. Trust me, if I’m choosing to clean instead of watch TV, something has gone awry.

It’s not the only show that has me thinking unfaithful thoughts. Recently, I’ve been feeling as if Grey’s Anatomy just doesn’t care anymore. It keeps rehashing the same tired old lines and doesn’t even try to spice things up. Once, I felt like it made an effort to woo me with energetic characters and clever writing. Now, it seems to be going through the motions. It still looks pretty, with so many gorgeous doctors that people would consider developing Munchausen’s syndrome in order to be treated there, but a relationship cannot last on such a shallow premise. Sadly, the show doesn’t seem to have a soul anymore. It’s randomly putting characters together and splitting them apart for no other reason than they need a new plotline. The atrocity that was George and Izzie was all the proof we needed that the writers a) were incompetent or b) stopped caring. Considering that the show started strong, B seems the obvious choice. Now, my momma taught me well: if they don’t care for you, get out while the getting’s good. Don’t waste your time caring for them.

In the end, it all comes down to the fact that Grey’s can’t commit. It can’t commit to a storyline, to character development, to its viewers. It wanders from scene to scene with no clear sense of direction, and each new episode makes that more and more clear. It seems like it wants to have a carefree fling, but it’s too late for that now. This show needs to buck up and get serious about working on our issues or I’m walking away. Chuck has been phoning and sending roses, and I’m more than happy to let myself be wooed all over again.

What about you? Are you considering any breakups of your own?

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Tidbits for November 27

  • Still struggling to figure out who to vote for next November? Confused about the candidates’ stances on health care or welfare reform? Well, that’s likely because they’re avoiding saying anything concrete that can come back to haunt them later. However, they have gone on record with their favorite television shows. I have a whole new appreciation for Barack Obama based solely on the fact that he listed The Wire among his favorites, whereas Hillary Clinton’s choice of Dancing With the Stars has caused me to reevaluate her fitness for office.
  • Despite the news blackout on the current talks between the writers and producers, Deadline Hollywood is reporting rumors that a basic agreement is already in place. They also say not to expect any resolution this week. Well, that’s an exciting bit of completely unsubstantiated reporting. Still, I’ve got my fingers crossed that this maybe news turns out be the real deal. No one living in a civilized society should be forced to watch reality TV for the whole of 2008.
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Project Runway Makes Grown Men Cry

Project Runway: “I Started Crying”, S04, E02

After the first episode, I read an awful lot of commentary about how boring this season was and how the viewer couldn’t root for any of the contestants. I have to take issue with that because a) it was the first freaking episode, so no one got more than two minutes screen time and b) “boring” is usually reality-show speak for “I don’t want to punch them in the face every time they appear on my screen,” and I’m okay with that.

In short, I do not think the season is boring so far, although it is starting off a bit damp.

This episode kicks off with the remaining fourteen designers still on the runway, about to choose models. Everyone starts out being faithful to their models from last week, but then Ricky shakes it up by choosing some tall, skinny, gorgeous woman who was not the tall, skinny, gorgeous woman he had last week. Several other designers change but I really can’t be bothered to care about the designers and the models, so assume they all end up with someone lovely. The models never get a personality until the final five episodes, anyway.

Before releasing them, Heidi hints at their next challenge: they will be designing for a fashion icon. Cut to the designers excitedly guessing who their icon will be (Madonna? Britney Spears?). Have they not seen this show before? It’s going to be Barbie, or photos of dead celebrities, or Jessica Rabbit. It’s never a real celebrity.

Except, while I was busy scoffing at the foolish designers, Project Runway went out and got itself a real budget, enabling it to afford an actual, live famous person.

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Battlestar Galactica: Razor Cuts Into Season 4

I love Battlestar Galactica with a love that transcends all reason. I love the moral ambiguity, the in-your-face war allegory, the way it makes Armageddon dirty-sexy. Or maybe sexy-dirty. It’s that sort of terrible dilemma that keeps me watching this show, the way no question, even a shallow one, comes with a simple answer. I would watch this show even if nothing ever happened on it, so much do I enjoy the characters and the tone. And that’s a good thing, really, because nothing actually happened on Battlestar Galactica: Razor, but I liked it anyway.

The two hour “event” tells the story of life on board the Pegasus after the Cylon attack. If you’ve seen season 2, you already know what happened, which takes a bit of the suspense away. Instead of telling the story from the point-of-view of Admiral Cain, a new character is introduced: Kendra Shaw. Worryingly, I had to go look that up on IMDB two hours after watching the episode. That could, of course, be early onset senility or some sort of delayed booze blackout, but I suspect it’s because I knew, even as I watched it, that this character didn’t really matter to the series. That fact is key to your ability to enjoy these episodes. If you’re looking for a continuation of the series and development of key characters, you’ll be disappointed. If you’re able to see it as a one-off chance to explore some stories that have yet to be told and build upon existing themes, you’ll likely enjoy it.

I decided to be a bit contrary and fell into both camps. It was good. Really, it was. This show dwells so far within a morality no man’s land that any episode is sure to raise a few questions. Unfortunately, it didn’t raise a lot of news ones. While the Galactica’s story has been that of making difficult choices to ensure survival, the Pegasus’s story was…that of making difficult choices to ensure survival. Of course, what makes it striking is the different versions of survival told. In the initial mini-series, President Roslin suggested that they run as fast as they can and start making babies, whereas Cain simply wanted to survive in order to fight another day. While Roslin’s way sounds like considerably more fun, Cain’s posed the essential question: Are we what we succumb to, or what we choose to fight for?

Unfortunately, these questions were already asked during the Pegasus arc in season two (and reiterated during the occupation of season three), so it feels a bit redundant. We know you’re a deep show. You don’t need to keep reminding us. Now can Starbuck kick someone’s ass, please?

The show did have a few tricks up its sleeve. Michelle Forbes took full advantage of her last chance to play Cain, again portraying a woman capable of murder, one who condones rape and torture, all without descending into mustache-twirling villainy. The real surprise came from Tricia Helfer’s Gina, whose romantic ties to Cain mirror Six’s relationship to Baltar. Unlike Baltar, whose attachment to Six is so great that he continues to hallucinate her presence, Cain punishes Gina for her betrayal in the most inhumane ways possible, thereby setting Gina up to feel betrayed in turn. In the end, that was the story of the Pegasus: betrayal of love, of humanity, of hope. Galactica may be a soap operatic mess from time to time, but they got nothing on that other ship. Betrayal destroyed Pegasus and, when we consider how things were left at the end of season 3, that could be a brilliant setup for the themes of season 4.

The weakness, however, was that Razor never felt as if it was connected to the upcoming episodes. Although it did feature the usual lead characters, their storylines did not progress or develop, which is especially sad when you consider that the show was at its best when Starbuck was doling out a bit of punishment, or Adama was practicing his “severe” expression, or Lee was finding something new to complain about. Unfortunately, for those of us who still find ourselves humming “All Along the Watchtower” when remembering the frakking incredible ending from the last episode, this lack of progress is also a recipe for disappointment. This show is well on its way to “legend” status, and it’s hard to be satisfied with a story story that’s merely really good.

So, yeah, I liked it. I just didn’t really, really like it. The line for partially satisfied fans with an overdeveloped sense of entitlement regarding their favorite show can form behind me.

Tell me, BSG fans: which line are you standing in?

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Spelling Saturday: Beverly Hills 90210, The Beginning

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Here at Pop Vultures, we talk an awful lot about Joss Whedon, the BBC, Friday Night Lights and other thoroughly respectable fare. And yet, if we were to build an altar to the greatest man in all of television, we’d hang some hair straighteners and short skirts around the mirror and begin praying to Aaron Spelling, that god of televisual cheese. And so today we are thrilled to begin a weekly “Spelling Saturday” series, in which we recap some of the greatest television shows ever created in their entirely. First up: the teen soap to which all teen soaps owe a debt of gratitude, Beverly Hills 90210. Follow the jump for all the tears, drama and questionable clothing choices (seriously, Lycra bike shorts were worn as a deliberate fashion statement — how can you not love this show?).

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5 Things About Television I’m Thankful for This Year

Yeah, yeah, yeah, friends and family and health, we know. But this year, while I eat cold cereal for dinner and pretend it’s turkey and stuffing (sometimes, being an expat sucks, y’all), I’ll be counting my blessings in a slightly more superficial manner. The real question is, what television stuff am I thankful for this year?

5. Chuck. While everyone else has been cooing about Pushing Daisies, I’ve been slowly falling for Chuck this year. I liked it from the first episode, but it seems to be coming more into its own each week. The annoying sidekick has become…slightly less annoying. Yvonne Strahovski has managed to be surprisingly endearing in a role that could easily have devolved into “hot action babe looks pretty, wears skimpy clothes.” Chuck himself, as played by Zachary Levi, is believably quirky and thoroughly charming, and should become even more so as he continues to settle into his new role as an uber-spy. But really, the show just needs to be picked up so that I can get my weekly dose of Adam Baldwin. Never has an uptight Republican gun nut been so fun (or looked so good — call me, Adam!).

4. The common sense of the general public. During certain elections in recent years, I wondered if I’d ever write that again, but I’ve been heartened to see that the majority of people who bother to care about such things are entirely on the side of the writers during the recent contract dispute. The fact that the AMPTP are behaving like greedy filth pigs has not escaped people’s notice, and this extremely one-sided show of support will only aid the writers when negotiations begin Monday. Let the Goliath takedown begin (please!).

3. Television box sets and multi-region DVD players. It used to be that, when I’d get sick or depressed or otherwise suffer from some indefinable malaise, I was forced to lounge on my couch watching dire game shows and soaps. And while there is certainly something to be said for watching the floating head of Adrian Zmed on Passions, nothing helps me feel better faster than watching a few episodes of Buffy. Sure, I might be hungover/recently dumped/suffering from a really bad case of hiccups, but at least my undead boyfriend hasn’t turned evil recently and killed my surrogate father figure’s girlfriend. Small victories, you know?

2. Battlestar Galactica, Ugly Betty, Dexter, Friday Night Lights, Supernatural, Doctor Who and House. Maybe even, grudgingly, Heroes. I know all the talk recently is about the new shows and the writers’ strike, but season after season, these shows do it right. Great characters, great pacing, great writing (just pay them already, okay?). They make me happy. 22 weeks out of each year, they tell me a new story. Sometimes, television is just awesome.

1. You. Starting this blog while also working 50-hour weeks has not exactly been easy, but I’ve loved every moment of it. I’d do it even if no one was reading, but it’s so much better knowing that others are nodding their heads in agreement (or occasionally rolling their eyes in disgust — I’ll take what I can get). Thanks for reading. Here’s hoping we’ll both be back this time next year.

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