The ones most likely to suffer in NBC's plan to replace big budget shows (what people historically come to networks for) with a schedule of cheap-o chat shows are the local affiliates. Now they're getting angry.
It was a big weekend for Gerard Butler. His movie Law Abiding Citizen opened at number two and he hosted Saturday Night Live. Too bad both of them sucked. And now he's on notice.
Is it blue or is it yellow or is it both? When no one can agree not just on the color but how to see it, you're headed for a whole bunch of conflict. And secrets. And drama. Oh, my!
Fat bottomed girl may make the rocking world go round, but they are not the queens of the TV set. Neither are cheating husbands, coked up stars, or bitchy socialites. So, who is in charge around here?
After a couple good weeks at the theaters, its a bit of a minefield awaiting your weekend entertainment. But no one ever said going to the movies was a coward's game; once more into the breach!
While most of the world is latching onto Twitter as a lifeline to break through the media clutter in desperate times, an increasing number in Hollywood are seeing it as something else entirely; a threat to everything they hold precious.
Did you know 30 Rock returned last night? Don't worry, no one did, because currently the only person watching NBC is Jay Leno's mom. The ratings sucked, but the show itself was great, especially when taking swings at NBC.
Project Runway is all about vision and delusion. The vision to make an outfit for a pop star, the delusion she wants to look like Cleveland's worst drag queen. The vision to reward talent, the delusion that it matters.
Remember when there was the illusion that celebs were glamorous? Now we hear about their money woes, car troubles and career setbacks. Celebrities: they're hobos, just like us. What we wouldn't give for a good affair! Oh, never mind.
As if sitcoms don't have enough problems. What with the death of media and all, it's a rough time to be working in TV's oldest genre. But now showbiz butinskis are ready to level the coup de grace: Volunteerism Week.
For a century now, the world has flocked to California's shores in search of that golden promise of no-questions-asked, no-eyebrows-raised, plastic surgery on demand. But thanks to one flailing Governor, the sun has now set on that dream.
There's nothing like a good screaming match, and last night the fights were dirtier than the blog posts that Nerdy McFroerson writes about Rachel. Who are you backing? Team Rachel? Team Quinn?!
After nearly thirty years on the road it's hard enough to know who you are, let alone where you are. And after all, isn't being a big time rock star all about people remembering you, not you remembering them.
It must be hard work to stand out as a jerk in ego-driven L.A., but this guy is tops. Also up there is an actor who kicked out the wife and kids, and one who picks out his wife's outfits.
Has it come to this? If one thing seemed solid in media it was that the combination of Fox and Reality, say what you will about them, were the last sure thing for ratings gold.
Wes Anderson's day of destiny is at hand; after back to back flops, the once untouchable boy genius is on the verge of becoming a cautionary tale of what happens when quirky gets left out in the rain.
