For all those who say I’m too negative about this show, let me say this, and listen up because I’ll only say this once: I actually enjoyed a large portion of this episode, without any irony WHATSOEVER. But then Evan Rachel Wood appeared on camera and Bill started overacting, and I was just like, “Welcome back, True Blood! I almost forgot you were horrible for a second!”
Hey kids, I’m back. And so is our favorite show about advertising since Bosom Buddies. When last we left our good friends at Sterling Cooper, Don, Roger and Burt talked Lane into firing them, so they wouldn’t be folded into another agency. Together, our three stalwart heroes formed a new agency and hired Lane, who told his British handlers to suck it. They also took Pete, Peggy and Joan with them, along with all their personal issues. Now, as this season starts, Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Pryce (SCDP), has been in business for a year, during which they’ve outgrown their small hotel room and now occupy an entire floor in the Time-Life Building. On the home front, Bitty divorced Don and married Henry Grace, some stupid political tool. And Sally is still a lethbian-in-training, although her lisp seems to have gone the way of the dodo.
Still with me? Good, because we’re just getting started…
It’s another episode of this ridiculous show, and things are heating up! Just kidding, we waste a lot of time this week, which is saying a lot for this show. Although the whole cast seems to have relocated to Mississippi, probably because of the fact that Louisiana seems like it’s on its way to being completely covered in oil. Luckily for HBO, BP and FEMA are complete and total assholes, which relegates True Blood to being merely the third worst thing to ever happen to Louisiana. Anyway, this infernal show is spilling out across state borders to pollute even more of our great nation, and it shows NO SIGNS OF STOPPING. And I’ll continue to document it and hate myself, as always.
Last week’s Work of Art: The Next Great Artist (or WANGA from here on out) wasn’t so very exciting, was it? Less artists inspiring each other and jockeying for vision and more like a bunch of parents fighting over how to build a jungle gym. Even the joy of Erik being sent back to Chicago (oops, spoilers!), where he can work on his tattoos and sulking was underwhelming. It lacked the joy I would have felt if her had been dismissed because his art sucked, not because he picked a fight with cuddly woodland creature Miles. And there was a terrible insufficiency of Baron von Gunn.
Anyone else looking forward to the new season of Mad Men starting this Sunday? I don’t know about you, but I’ve already started drinking and verbally abusing the women in my life. Except for my wife, of course, because she’d totally kick my ass. I’m just lucky she never reads anything I write on the Internets, or she’d have my balls just for making that joke.
In the meantime, here are a few Mad Men-related things to get you in the mood for some old school advertising…
True Blood is back after a one-week hiatus! Wasn’t that Sunday night kind of glorious without it? Makes you wonder if we should all quit this show. But you won’t, because you are a disgusting pervert.
Friends! Lovers of roses pinned to lapels and breathy statements like “I will always accept a rose from you”! I need some advice. Oh, this is Hiro by the way. Hiro here-o. If I’ve made that joke before, I refuse to apologize because it’s been over a year since I’ve posted anything on this ghost town of a website. What was I saying? Yes. ADVICE. Who should I choose as my favorite dude vying for Ali’s vag heart on the Bachelorette? Let’s pretend I’m Ali. (I’d have to grow a foot, lose some weight, and get some unnaturally defined abs. And turn white.) Who do I want to support me in my career as a seller of ad space on Facebook? Oh wait, I quit that AMAZING career to find the love of a good, sweaty man!
Can we talk for a moment about Work of Art: The Next Great Artist? I have to admit, I was pretty skeptical when I first heard about it. Bravo is rapidly running out of creative professions from which they can cull the leading practitioners/crazies/fame-whores to immerse their patented contest system. Having burned through fashion, cooking, interior design and hair styling, they have turned to “art,” possibly as a place holder until their new show about floral arranging can be put into production. Arriving so far down the line did not bode well, and I would think art is even more subjective than fashion or food. On the plus side, artists are the people who are too crazy to hold down regular jobs like cooking or making clothes so that’s good TV right there.
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Oh boy. Prepare yourselves for this one, people. True Blood gets even more insane this week. Watching this show has become for me a baffling experience, because I can’t figure out what I’m supposed to get out of it. Am I supposed to be aroused by all the sex, even though it often involves a lot of screaming and blood and FRIGHTENING MONSTERS? Am I supposed to be worried for the characters’ safety, when I know that they’re all going to be fine always? I don’t know, maybe I DO need my television spoon fed to me. I’m going to go watch Entourage with Jim, you guys.