Last night was one of the best nights TV and I have spent together in a long time. First off, we had a really encouraging episode of Gilmore Girls. There was a good mix of funny and poignant, the characters felt right, the guest cast was good. I sort of tuned out during the Luke subplot, but other than that it was solid.
Veronica Mars has hit the point -- I vaguely remember this happening last year as well -- where it's so good it's making me unhappy. I cannot stand the suspense anymore. I cannot wait for next week, for the resolution of the bus crash mystery. Oh, also, I wish I had posted my theory on that weeks ago, because I was right. I thought that Woody (Steve Guttenberg) was not only the "outing of the century" Peter Ferrer (Luke Frydenger) was promising but was going to be the penultimate solution to the crash mystery. No, I don't think Woody blew up the bus and actually, I have no good theories about who did. There are so many loose threads yet to be tied up and have been for so long that it's hard for me to tell which questions have and which have not been answered. What about Meg's ghost (Alona Tal) telling Veronica (Kristen Bell) that she has something important to say? Was it that Meg knew about Lucky (James Jordan) and Woody or did she have some other crucial piece of information?
(Even more suspenseful than the show: we have two weeks to wait until the upfronts. These are, you know, the presentations the networks give to advertisers and the press, to introduce fall lineups. As far as I know, CW has not yet picked up Veronica Mars. I don't know if they've even made a decision. So I'm sick with worry.)
After Veronica Mars, I was useless for anything but pacing my living room, cursing Sheriff Lamb (Michael Muhney). So I was unable to turn away from the Dynasty reunion, Catfights & Caviar, on CBS. It was perfect: a good mix of awkward, scripted "banter" between Linda Evans and Joan Collins and tons of clips. I got really sentimental for Dynasty, the shlockiness of which seems really winning, in contrast to the variety of slick schlock we get now. What I forgot was just how endless those Krystle-on-Alexis catfights were. That's funny. Nicollette Sheridan throwing down with Hooters waitresses on Desperate Housewives is about just as cynical as those were, but somehow it's not funny. -- Peter
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