Even though it beat out all other network shows Sunday night, more than a million fewer viewers tuned in to see the country awards in what may be their final broadcast from Las Vegas.
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“300: Rise of an Empire” slavishly re-creates the original. It feels like one of those quickie, direct-to-DVD cash grabs that somehow took seven years to surface.
Wayde King, co-star of the Animal Planet series, offers a look at some of the Las Vegas-based tanks he and Brett Raymer build for the reality show’s fourth season.
You expect something called “The Lego Movie” to sell toys. You just don’t expect it to do so while offering up a subversive indictment of mindless consumerism. And you’d certainly never expect it to be so goofily, out-of-left-field, guffawing-in-spite-of-yourself entertaining.
OK, so that’s probably not going to happen. But the new animated offering is polling as high or higher than every current best-picture nominee at Rotten Tomatoes.
Why wouldn’t you just go to Canada for the night?
Guys, do we really need more televised proof that women are better than us?
Goodbye, guys selling “Too Close for Comfort” reruns to emerging markets that have yet to discover the joys of Jim J. Bullock.
Some things should never change. Albert Pujols’ swing. The creamy filling of a Double Stuf Oreo. The unexplainable glee of seeing people land on their heads on “Wipeout.”
Throw the collected works of Anne Rice into a blender, mix in an old Chris Isaak album and a couple of hours of Skinemax, garnish with a tiny Confederate flag and serve it to David Lynch on a Louisiana front porch on a sweltering afternoon.
When it comes to the use of guns, I’m somewhere between Don Knotts and Duke Nukem.