( 9/04/2007 08:04:00 AM ) Bill S.
THE LONG GOODBYE TO SUMMER TELEVISION: With fall shows holding off their premier eps until late in September, the weeks following Labor Day have become part of the summer season by default. There's one more fresh entry for TNT's The Closer to be aired, while its companion fallible lady copshow, Saving Grace, still has two more to go before our still-unsaved heroine hightails it outtta here until next summer. Almost in spite of ourselves, we've continued to watch Grace, though I can't come up with a good strong reason why.
As for the summer series we both actively enjoy at the Gadabout household: - we're already mourning the demise of John from Cincinnati, even if that show was a long-shot from day one;
- we've rejoiced at the return of Weeds, which has grown comically nastier this season in all the best ways; wife Becky is eagerly awaiting the addition of Matthew Modine to the case, since she's had a case on him since Married to the Mob;
- our regular viewing of the lightweight sci-fi series Eureka has been undermined by our discovery of BBC-America's wonderfully hardnosed spy series, M.I.-5; we've missed a couple of this season's eps, so are hoping that Sci-Fi Channel will favor us with a marathon;
- USA's trio of mystery-slash-action comedies, Burn Notice, Monk and Psych, all work as disposable seasonal fare, though Monk has definitely grown long in the tooth (we ever gonna really learn what happened to Trudy?); of the three, Psych is arguably the most consistent - in large part due to its two leads - though we're also fond of Burn's Macgyver-with-An-Attitude.
I remain addicted to Big Love, though wife Becky gave up on it in the middle of the first season. (Think it was an early scene of Harry Dean Stanton with his young child bride-to-be Rhonda that finally drove her away.) If season two belonged to any one of its three sister-wives, it was Chloe Sevigny's Nikki, who displayed ranges to her character that few of us realized were even there the first year. Tried watching David Duchovny's new Showtime series, but, after sitting through the opener, felt disinclined to immediately go any further. Sorry, but I'm not in the mood to be enchanted by the sexual misadventures of a successful California writer about now. Ask me again when I've had my novel published and optioned by soul-crushing moviemakers. We're both of us looking forward to the second season of Dexter, though.
C'mon, fall!
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