This may come as a shock to many of you, but what I know about women could fit in a Twitter post. A text message, if I’m feeling verbose.
Watching today’s Super Bowl XLIII is going to be bittersweet. Sweet because, really, who isn’t up for XIII or XIV hours of football? Bitter, though, because it represents the last wheezy, raspy, Tom Waits-with-bronchitis gasp of a dying network.
In this economy, I realize I’m lucky to have any job. But getting paid to watch TV? It’s enough to make a man feel guilty.
TV has a way of ruining fantasies, and I’m not just talking about the genius at E! who decided to let Hef’s one-time girlfriends talk — and laugh! — on “The Girls Next Door.”
After being sidelined by the writers strike last season, “24” (8 p.m. today and Monday, KVVU-TV, Channel 5) is returning to action in a brave new world.
We’re only four days into 2009 and already colors look brighter, music sounds sweeter and Tyra Banks seems less full of herself.
This just may have been the worst year in the history of television.
The holidays are traditionally one of the worst periods of the TV year, landing somewhere between the “American Idol” audition rounds and Oprah’s Vajayjay Week.
You don’t expect a Fox reality show to help the needy.
We’re on the verge of witnessing history.