Hey, friends. Yes, it's Korbi again, hoping to talk a little TV. But besides MIT, there isn’t much scripted fare to feed our Wednesday appetite. We’ll make do...
WEDNESDAY NIGHT HIGHLIGHTS
Men in Trees: I laughed when Chief Celia pillow-fought Mai to the floor with a single blow, and when Annie fell backward into Buzz’s arms—which, incidentally, were busy answering the phone (she fell and hit her head). I cried at the sight of Mai’s face after she heard Buzz’s apology. I gasped upon seeing the size of Sofia Vergara’s enormous, um, physical gifts...another solid episode of television that will go unnoticed by the masses. If you haven’t yet caught it, you can always shirk your current responsibilities, go to ABC.com and peep it there. Forty-two minutes spent in warm, quirky Elmo is good for the soul...
Almost as good as writing about the finest television for a year and a half and getting friendly with the people who comment on it right along with you. I'm going to keep this short, before I get too lame, and just say that today will be the final installment of Korbi's Quickie. To my regular readers, a sincere thank-you for helping to make this section a success since day one. For the record, I've read every single one of your comments over the last 18 months and couldn't be more grateful for your support. I won't be going too far. See you on the flip side.
What up, TV people? Korbi Ghosh here to talk Tuesday tube...
TUESDAY NIGHT HIGHLIGHTS
Reaper: I haven’t watched the show in a couple of weeks, so I was quite pleased to see Steve and Tony (Michael Ian Black and Ken Marino, respectively)—the demons next door—were still in the picture. Not only because having gay demon neighbors is kind of awesome, but also because their plan to overthrow the devil (with the help of their demon support group, made up of members who long to change their evil ways) opens the series up in a whole new way.
Reaper’s greatest assets revolve around its humor: Sock’s one-liners, the way the boys wreck on each other and their willingness to be the butt of jokes. It’s fun to watch, but sometimes each episode starts to feel like it’s just another segment of Groundhog Day: Funny joke, fight with devil, get the vessel, find escaped soul, fail at task, awkward moment with Andi, finally accomplish task. Every hour follows the same formula, and that can get old. But with this new revolutionary element infused, things could get a little more interesting. Let's hope Steve and Tony's rise from the dead comes fast and furious.
Greetings, girls and boys. It’s your girl Korbi, here to welcome the return of Gossip. And speaking of gossip, who caught HIMYM yesterday?!
MONDAY NIGHT HIGHLIGHTS
Gossip Girl: Thank god it’s back. Because with its perfect mix of wit, humor and, you know, pretty things to look at, Gossip Girl has become the CW’s greatest asset. I doubt the actual Upper East Side is this much fun, beginning with adorable Audrey Hepburn homages—Moon River, this time—and moving on to little J’s struggle with upward mobility. The chess game between her and Blair was a beautiful thing to watch, with each girl’s scheming skills ultimately determining their social standing.
Standout Exchange of the Evening:
Lily [Re: Serena’s mail delivery]: Don’t put your dirty package on the table.
Chuck: If I had a dime for every time I heard that.
Ha! Ed Westwick’s slimy comedic timing is priceless. Runner-up props go to the line about the girl who, after much concerted effort, got her number into Brody Jenner’s cell phone. Great Hills ref.
Good day, TV geeks. Korbi here, hoping to talk B&S, Desperate and Battlestar...
WEEKEND HIGHLIGHTS
Brothers & Sisters: Four years ago, when Desperate Housewives premiered, the media went into a frenzy over the leading ladies. Past their 40th birthdays and still sexy? And now successful too? Could it really be?!
But Sally Field takes aging sexily to a whole ‘nother level. At 61, she brings Nora Walker, a vibrant and loving woman, to life, and she looks really good doing it. God bless the writers and producers for giving us a TV grandmother who’s got more layers to her than most small-screen twentysomethings. If being in your 60s means learning more about who you are and what you want—plus, you get to hang out with smart, solid guys like Danny Glover—that’s a decade we can all look forward to.
Happy Friday, kids. Yeah, it's Korbi again. Let's talk TV...
THURSDAY NIGHT HIGHLIGHTS
The Office: What is it about Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly that makes us all—dudes included, don't lie—want to squeal out loud like schoolgirls? Is it because their relationship seems so cool and laid-back? Is it because when they finally got together, it was such a long time coming? I mean, there must be some explanation for the fact that I screeched (annoyingly, I might add) with excitement when Jim casually (and so cutely!) mentioned to Pam that a marriage proposal is most definitely coming. Maybe it's because he's the type of guy who, just hours later, got down on one knee, looked her in the eye...and asked her if she'd wait while he tied his shoe. Ha! Love that kid.
Hi, friends. Korbi here to talk Trees, The Real World and Big Brother...
WEDNESDAY NIGHT HIGHLIGHTS
Men In Trees: It may be called “Men” in Trees, but it’s really more about the ladies, isn’t it? Last night’s hour focused on Marin’s jealousy of Jack’s female friend, Mai’s anger over Buzz’s betrayal and Annie’s deep need to move on from her love of Patrick. This is a relationship show, plain and simple, and I think that’s why we’re so into it. What other current series solely revolves around women and their various issues with men? As a TV-watching population, are we relationship-starved?
Hello, friends. It's your girl Korbi Ghosh, hoping to spark a reality TV dialogue...
TUESDAY NIGHT HIGHLIGHTS
The Real Housewives of New York City: We’ve barely known them a month, and yet they feel like old friends. There’s Countess LuAnn, who donates her time to the homeless but won’t allow “the help” to address her informally. She’s friendly with fabric-store owner Jill, who generously brings people together but walks out of fashion shows if she’s not seated in the front row. Of course, we cannot forget overly pretentious Alex, who talks a good game but lives in a Brooklyn apartment that’s falling apart. Then there’s independent Bethenny, who often deals with awkward situations politely, and later bitches candidly to the camera. Last but not least is loony Ramona, who means well but really has no clue. She’s quick to offend, has little self-awareness and—worst of all—misuses words in the English language all the time. “Chronicle” and “chronological” ain’t interchangeable, lady. Won’t you please learn the difference?
If you were making the decisions, which woman would you vote of the island, and why?
Happy tax day, kids. Korbi wants to forget about her pathetic return and just talk TV...
MONDAY NIGHT HIGHLIGHTS
The Paper: This. Show. Is. Awesome. After watching a half hour of The Hills—during which I divided each scene into two categories: staged and partially staged—it was refreshing to see an MTV reality series that actually documents real behavior. The students vying to be editor-in-chief of the Cypress Bay High School newspaper do not come to school looking camera ready. They show up looking like kids and act like 'em too. They are competitive when it comes to playing beer pong and writing essays. They are cruel one moment and cool the next. And it’s all so raw, which makes the show really sort of fun to watch. MTV may just have a new hit on their hands...
Hello, TV people. Korbi here, ready to talk over Sunday’s offerings...
SUNDAY NIGHT HIGHLIGHTS
Desperate Housewives: God bless good old Chris Carmack. Seems he’s been typecast as “young hottie who gets molested by MILF,” although the characters he plays consider themselves more lucky than anything else. Think Marc Cherry or someone on the casting team was a fan of his work as Luke Ward on The O.C. and just felt he’d fit right in to the role of Susan’s cousin?
Thoughts on the show’s return?
Greetings, boys and girls. Korbi here, feeling happy and fulfilled. I cannot tell you what a pleasure it is to be once again writing about a few of my favorite shows. They were sorely missed during their long and difficult absence...
THURSDAY NIGHT HIGHLIGHTS
The Office: We already knew Michael Scott would go to great lengths to befriend the cool kids in class, but last night his desperation hit a new low, when he used the entire Dunder-Mifflin staff in a ploy to make Friday night plans with said cool kids—in this case, Jim and Pam.
No matter, I ain’t mad at him. Especially since the evening’s biggest laughs came from the man’s dinner party later. I believe it all began when he greeted Pam at the door with an awkward and fairly unwelcome hug that lasted just a little too long. But come on, can you blame the poor guy? Living with Jan has clearly starved him completely of love and human affection. The woman forces him to sleep on a wooden chest at the foot of their bed. She needs her space, people! And not just in their boudoir. Apparently, the walls are her territory too: Michael’s pride and joy, a flat-screen TV, is smaller than my computer screen—he has to stand directly in front of it to fully enjoy its picture—yet surprisingly, there is sufficient room for a monster-size canvas painting with Jan’s face splashed across it four times (in different colors, of course).
Needless to say, the night’s festivities slowly unfolded into a full-on train wreck, which finally culminated in Jan hurling one of Michael’s hard-earned Dundie trophies at the aforementioned tiny TV. The neighbors called the police, who advised Mr. Scott that as a victim of domestic abuse, he best take refuge with a friend or family member. Good thing Dwight was there to save him—oh, I’m sorry, did I not mention that Mr. Dwight Schrute showed up halfway through the dinner party with a 70-year-old date and their own Tupperware-encased meals (beet salad, obviously), though he wasn’t invited?
Shout-out to supporting characters Angela Martin and Andy Bernard, who also attended and brightly shined in their respective moments: Angela, when she resolutely refused Michael’s “welcome hug” with great conviction, and Andy, as he managed to turn tuna fish into a metaphor for sex, insulting Pam within a matter of seconds. Kudos, my friends.