Just like asparagus season, and waffle season, I love new TV season.
Sure, sure, TV networks try to make you think they have new stuff all year, but Age of Love isn’t new, it’s like a tsetse fly on the face of broadcasting: it will suck blood and give you sleeping sickness. I forgot where I was going with that analogy. Fall, to get back on topic, is when we get the rush of the best, and the worst, new TV.
Am I somewhat obsessive? I guess if you consider doing the research starting at the network up-fronts, printing out a calendar, making a schedule in Excel, programming the DVR, and setting the VCR as a back up in case the two tuners of the DVR are taken, you could say I was obsessive. Tomato, tomato, right? Or was that a rose by any other name? I don’t know and I don’t care. Who needs an education when they have TV? I've almost considered going back to my university and handing them my diploma back. "I could have learned all of this watching Frontline, Nova and One Tree Hill. Thanks for nothing!"
Making a commitment to a show can be a hard thing. It’s not like committing to a spouse or anything, although some marriages didn't last as long as my commitment to Friends. Sometimes you make a commitment to a show and it doesn’t love you back. It treats you like dirt, like those last years of Frasier (kill me now.) Other times, you love a show, the show loves you, and the network gets in the way—poof! Cancelled! Just like I’ll always hate cancer (and puppies) I’ll always hate those of you who refused to watch Arrested Development.
Let’s dish, what are you looking forward to?
The Return of Jezebel James that also signals the return of Gilmore Girls creator/writer/supernova Amy Sherman-Palladino? I know the Jolly Porter will be glad to see A.S.P. back.
Gossip Girls, from my BFFs over at The O.C.? You have to watch Gossip Girls, it’s about an anonymous blogger who is dishing on the tony life at an elite
Life with the marvelous Damian Lewis, aka the awful Soames Forsyte in the Forsyte Saga, (my predilection to BBC productions shall never abate) looks, well, not that great. But it’s Damian Lewis, I’m watching it anyway.
I have to watch Bionic Woman; Starbuck is going to be a regular. My hands are tied on that one!
Reaper from one of my old-school favs, Kevin Smith, has to be on the list.
Also on the docket are Pushing Daisies, Chuck, Journeyman, and Cane. Add that to all the old shows? Hello! I think might have to farm my kids out to the countryside so I can get all this TV-watchin’ done.
One of the shows I’m most looking forward to is actually not that flashy and doesn’t star any BBC alumni. Ken Burns' new documentary The War, about WWII, will premiere on PBS September 23rd. You really shouldn’t miss it—especially if you are the type of person who looks down on TV. The War won’t be beneath you, it shouldn’t be above anyone either. I’m not going to call you a delinquent American (to your face) for not watching The War, but I hear a new HUAC has been formed and I know how to write a pointed letter. I’ll name names, I don’t care.
I’ve been stoking the fires of anticipation by watching some episodes of Burns’ older films like Baseball. My favorite Burns’ documentary of all time, however, is The Civil War. I watched the final episode the other night and cried like a baby (Spoiler alert:
So that’s what I’m watching, what are you in for?