Wanna go for a drive?
Back with my belated recap of 666 Park Avenue. In the words of Scarlett O’Hara ‘God as mah witness, I will try to be better about my re-capping!’ Or something like that. Lets have some demi-sec sparkling riesling and embrace the dark side, shall we? Continue reading
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This is your therapist… she will break it down for you and even use four-letter words whilst doing it. That’s my kind of therapy!
Oh Reality Television… where oh where have you taken us? You have taken us to the wonderful world of Couples Therapy on VH1. It is so fascinating, so awful, so incredibly raw and fake, contrived and, dare I say it, real, that it is terrible and wonderful at the same time.
Its like a constructive train wreck… if such a thing is possible.
One of the featured couples on the show, Courtney Stoddard and Doug Hutchison got the boot this week, and thus departs the Couple Most Likely to Become a Lifetime Movie of the Week.
Dourtney, I will miss you. You and your fake boobs, hooker shoes and creepy man/child love. Your inappropriate behavior would have made for a good drinking game. I guess I’ll have to watch more episodes to come up with something new.
This was Dourtney – a name of their own creation…
This represents the collective response to Dourtney on the show.
Dourtney was kicked off for flashing too much vag, nip and, to my mind, too little wit.
Now don’t you want to watch?
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Just a little dinner with The Devil! Num-num! Can I have some of that Burgundy?
Drunk Mommy with this weeks installation of 666 Park Avenue, the demonic real estate porn. We begin with a tender, romantic moment between the Artist Formerly Known as John Locke and…his building. Awww. If I owned that building, I would have Patsy Cline in my heart at all times, too. Of course, I would hopefully not be The Devil, but that’s just me. Continue reading
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She is so Seriously ready to shoot someone. I know just what that feels like.
Drunk Mommy back with a belated recap of the second Serious Actor Face episode of Last Resort. Sorry for the delay, but Nyquil has been my drink of choice lately. Whee! But enough about me, here we are again in the exotic and tropical land of Serious Actor Faces. Immediate note to self and Captain Andre Braugher: If my child was serving in the US Army, I might choose NOT to blow up Washington DC. Could cramp their career options. Continue reading
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Pzzzzt! Lights Out Blondie!
What do adult New Yorkers love – dare I say it? – more than alcohol? Real estate porn. Especially aspirational real estate porn which, according to the address listed in the title, is what this show is about. But this is less Million Dollar Listing: New York and more Rosemary’s Baby. Continue reading
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Sweaty, Hotty and Grumpy
I come to Last Resort a virtual virgin – I have literally no idea what this show is supposed to be about, but Scott Speedman and Andre Braugher are on it, so I am willing to give it a try. Resting on the laurels of Felicity and Homicide, how can the show go wrong? I will pair it with a nice Sauvignon Blanc. And be warned, I am not investing in learning any character names yet. Continue reading
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Meet your newest writer, DrunkMommy. She is a wine aficionado with two matching toddlers and has been known to watch some really lousy television.
So there seems to be a theme to Terrible Television, and we are only two shows deep. That theme is ‘how dumb do these writers think we are?’ Or perhaps it is ‘how dumb are these writers?’ But I am trying to give the writers a little credit for perhaps looking down on us, rather than up to us. I mean, they are the ones getting paid the big bucks for network television shows, correct? And we are the mere peasants blogging about their terrible shows. For free. But don’t let that stop you from reading. Continue reading
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