Having to question the generally unimpeachable genius of creator Matthew Weiner is enough to make any lover of quality television wince. But here goes: What in the name of Betty Draper’s fainting couch is going on with “Mad Men”?
Christopher Lawrence
Christopher Lawrence is the movie critic for the Las Vegas Review-Journal.
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Books are amazing.
It has all the makings of a new ad campaign from the convention authority.
At some point this season, “30 Rock’s” Jack Donaghy (Alec Baldwin) will have to lose NBC as part of a Nigerian e-mail scam. Or trade it for some magic beans.
The inside of Ryan Murphy’s head must look like an episode of “The Wiggles” written and directed by Quentin Tarantino. Or “High School Musical 4: Off to Rehab.”
You don’t necessarily associate words such as “compassion” and “encouragement” with the aggressively in-your-face title “So You Think You Can Dance.”
You sometimes get the feeling NBC couldn’t catch a break in a bucket lined with Krazy Glue.
The fall season starts early — with a flashy, sexy bang no less — with the return of “Melrose Place” (9 p.m. Tuesday, KVCW-TV, Channel 33), and I’m as giddy as a schoolgirl.
Say what you will about reality shows, and I’ve said plenty — even before some rocket scientist let a maniac with an assault conviction, reportedly involving his then-girlfriend, onto a dating show a few months before he’d be charged with murdering the very next woman he’d get involved with. (I’m no great fan of the show’s star, Megan Hauserman, but that seems a bit lax.)
Toby Young wants you to know he’s sorry. Really sorry. Like somewhere between “Honey, I swear I didn’t know she was your sister” and “Honey, I accidentally killed a drifter.”
The cable landscape can be confusing for even the savviest of viewers.
You won’t see this on CNN, but the world’s top scientists are quietly assembling, crossing political divides and international borders, to confront the greatest menace mankind has ever seen. They’ll enlist only the bravest volunteers, all experts in their chosen fields — think “Armageddon,” just less Michael Bay-ish — in a last-ditch attempt to save humanity. Their mission: Travel back in time to January 2003 and shut down “The Surreal Life” before it gets on the air.