OK, after last week's crazy-ish premiere of Heroes (what happened to Niki/Tracy? Sylar's got a new mom?!), I had tons of gripes because of the implausible story twists, but I thought I'd wait to see what the next episode brought. But after last night's show, I wonder about the direction of this show. This diatribe ain't spoiler-free, folks, so if you haven't seen last night's episode, turn away!
Did anyone even make it through to the end of this snooze-fest?? It was my job to watch, but I wanted to flip to the Cowboys game and leave it there for most of the Emmy telecast (OK, I did sneak some peeks at the game -- suck on that, Green Bay!). Here, lowlights and highlights:
I was chatting with friends about classic '80s and '90s tunes last night when I mentioned the music video-watching benders I sometimes get sucked into on YouTube. A recent spree had me queueing up Jon Secada and Gloria Estefan vids. Ah, remember the days of the Miami sound?
But today I've been thinking about Steve Perry, who holds a special place in the video annals of my heart. My first music video memory is of him singing into the camera in Journey's "Separate Ways." And ever since I downloaded "Oh Sherrie" last week (I know, what took me so long?!), it's been blaring from my iPod nonstop. And that video? Vintage '80s cheese. Bon appetit ...
Carrie Fisher, a.k.a. Princess Leia, was on public radio's Diane Rehm Show this morning, and ... oh ... my ... God. Fisher (pictured with her mother, Debbie Reynolds) is a hilarious train wreck who has no problem making fun of herself and her family. Of course, that's to be expected, since Fisher was on the radio show to promote her autobiographical one-woman stage show, Wishful Drinking.
Some girlfriends and I were fantasizing about which three designers on Project Runway we'd love to see make it to Bryant Park. That was the fun and easy part: Leanne, Korto and Terri seem like the strongest contenders so far in the competish.
But it's also fun to dish about why the rest fall so far from the top of the pack:
Jerrell: Although he's a dishy, gossipy diva with a fabulous personality, he might be too hit-and-miss to make it all the way to Bryant Park. So far, when he hits, he soars, but his misses are abysmally bad (see: the polka-dotted Pollyanna hat for his U.S. Olympic team uniform).
Blayne (above): While I love his quirky inventiveness -- the knickers he made for last week's impress-the-mess-outta-Diane-Von-Furstenburg challenge were divine! -- he's sometimes caused us to question his taste (the shorts for Lipstick Jungle? Hellish). And the tacking on of "-licious" onto every other noun? Over it.
Suede: Somehow his frequent referring to himself in the third person has NOT gotten on my nerves. Still, much like Blayne, his coasting in the middle of the pack or near the bottom has me wondering if he'll go very far. Too bad -- he's super-sweet and looks like a living, breathing South Park character. Farah will totes miss that.
Joe: I hope last week's drubbing of his work, despite his blazing overconfidence about it, served as a serious reality check for him. I haven't liked anything of his since his cute U.S. Olympic team ensemble. Maybe he'll make a late surge.
Kenley: She should be Auf'd just for being annoying. If it's not tears of stress we're getting from her, it's her juvenile guffaw echoing through the work room. And will she ever quit interrupting the judges?! Design-wise, I thought she fell short on the DVF challenge, which was a shame, considering the '30s/40s-era theme seemed to be right up her retro alley. Maybe she'll pull something out of her sleeve in the coming weeks.
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