7:28 p.m.: I’d like to take this moment to thank Mrs. Tuned In. Not because I’ve won anything, but because she is, as I type, in the midst of putting Tuned In Jr and Tuned In Jr Jr to bed, solo, so that I can “work” by watching a TV show and typing about it. Do not let your children marry TV critics.
7:32 p.m.: Fox’s red-carpet folks …
That’s right. Keep watching it. Keeeeeeeep watchin’. All weekend. Hey! You looked away! I said, keep…
OK, you can look away in a second, but first: if you can manage to balance your margarita and chips atop your laptop, join Tuned In Sunday night for a liveblog of the Emmy awards. I probably won’t cover the red carpet, pre-red-carpet, …
Lara Spencer and Pat O’Brien, neither of whom I actually met. / THE INSIDER
Jessica Simpson will be on The Insider tonight. And so will I–although not in the same room–talking about that top-100 list you wish I would shut up about already. Good thing I decided not to put Access Hollywood on the list. That would have been …
SPOILER ALERT: Watch Mad Men before reading this post. Residents of Illinois, fast-forward through all the laxative ads.
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Mad Men Watch will be slightly delayed today, and this time it really is due to deadlines and fall-screener backlog. (Get used to that excuse. You’ll be hearing it a lot for a few weeks.) In the meantime, I refer you to my column in the brand-new TIME print magazine, about the Kid Nation Kontroversy. You’ve read a …
The TIME presidential candidates’ spouses poll, summarized from an entirely TV-centric perspective:
* Bill and Hillary watch Grey’s Anatomy together. Which demands the follow-up: Team Addison or Team Meredith?
* The Kuciniches do not watch television, just like President Bush. After the campaign, they’ll have to have George and Laura …
You know, it occurs to me that they’re going to be handing out Emmys Sunday night, and I haven’t done any walk-up posts. Bad TV blogger! I could blame magazine deadlines or fall-TV-screener overload (The War is 15 freaking hours! Ken Burns is trying to kill me!), but who would I be kidding? The truth is, I don’t give a crap about the …
I caught an early look at The Rape of Europa. It’s a documentary of roughly two hours drawn heavily from the 1994 book of that name by Lynn Nicholas that won the National Book Critics Circle Award. Nicholas told the story of the Nazi plunder of European artworks and architecture during World War II. The film has been making the …
A few weeks ago I mentioned the now-in-progress competition to design what will be the tallest building in San Francisco — or for that matter anywhere on the West Coast — a new tower alongside a new bus and railway terminal being built by the Bay Area’s Transbay Joint Powers Authority. The three contenders are designs from the …
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There was a time, before the rise of blogs, MySpace and Facebook, when people wanting to immerse themselves in the hyper-self-conscious navel-gazing of the self-aware and highly educated had to depend on the TV shows of Marshall Herskovitz and Edward Zwick. Now the people who brought you thirtysomething …
As in — I wonder how long it will be before Alice Walton has her way with the Stieglitz Collection at Fisk University? Actually, while we’ve been talking about 9/11 this week, there’s been movement on two Walton-related artworld dramas.
One of them involves Walton and Fisk. Earlier this week a Tennessee judge disallowed a deal …
It is a momentous day for three major world religions. Muslims begin the celebration of Ramadan. My people mark Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. And in the dominant American religion of television worship, we observe the anniversary of the day, two years ago, that a plucky home-design-empire CEO strutted out of jail and onto her own …
Peter Ames Carlin at the Portland Oregonian (see the blogroll at right) is a regular read at Tuned In HQ, and his latest blog post proves why, hammering the condescending folk whine Little Boxes that opens the otherwise excellent Weeds.
When I first heard the Malvina Reynolds song at the opening of the pilot of Weeds, I cringed, …