The news broke earlier today that Stephen Colbert would be replacing David Letterman on CBS’s The Late Show. The Wise Guise discussed it via our normal means – e-mail, text message, and Gchat. While some websites share celebrities’ thoughts, we thought you’d be craving our thoughts, so fear not. Here they are, including a clip from The Colbert Report Joseph hopes is indicative of his future on The Late Show.
So True Detective‘s sure-to-be Emmy-sweeping first season has come to an end. With the finale of its eight-episode, stand-alone first season of HBO’s latest cultural phenomenon anthology series, one might think now is a time to despair for our TV options. That person could not be more wrong.
As True Detective, which may have turned into the greatest conspiratorial TV phenomenon since Lost, wraps up, the latest and greatest posters and trailers for three of my all-time favorite shows have premiered. Check out more below for the trailers, previews, and premiere dates for Game of Thrones Season 4, Mad Men Season 7, and 24: Live Another Day.
Claire, Andi, and Nikki
Oh Juan Pablo, my friend, what have you done? You had these girls on a string, but something has gone horribly wrong.
You were handed everything on a silver platter. 27 girls showed up at your front door wanting to fall in love with you, wanting to mother your current and future children, and dying for a wildly over-the-top wedding funded by ABC and officiated by Chris Harrison with a guest list full of reality television rejects.
Juan Pablo, all you had to do was smile, listen, and let the girls do all of the talking—all of it. You did so well for so long…
But you blew it. You just had to open your trap in the fantasy suite to the one girl who actually has the ability to listen and process information without her brain function being block by the thought of Neil Lane fitting her for a 4-carat diamond engagement ring.
Let’s get to this nonsense. Here’s what we learned last night… Read more
This blog post could easily be titled The Honorable Sandy Cohen: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love The O.C. But regardless, here I am, ten years after The O.C. premiered during the first week of August in 2003. Now, before you start judging me as selling out to the girly teen dramas of our youth after they’ve been cool OR as hopping on teen soap opera bandwagons that are devoid of any substance, you should learn a lesson from me and not throw stones through those glass houses.
Well folks, the Goosebumps TV series has been added to Netflix’s streaming service, and that’s awesome. About a week ago, I devoted an entire day to watching each of the episodes offered. (It seems as if Netflix has picked through the three seasons and added only a sampling of episodes. Most from season one, a few from two and three.) All in all, I went through 13 episodes in about five hours, and I came away with one overwhelming sentiment: Read more
For whatever reason (most likely, because it’s nice to pull traffic-generating content out of thin air), the Internet has been abuzz for the past month or two with all manner of Mad Men conspiracy theories. Because, like, OMG, Megan wore the same t-shirt as Sharon Tate and this show is totally not nuanced or subtle ever* and so clearly the only explanation is that she is, in fact, a zombie–I mean, Mad Men and The Walking Dead are on the same channel…connect the dots, sheep!
*In all fairness to the conspiracy theorists, the show, even at its best, doesn’t always steer around on-the-nose symbolism. That said, the Sharon Tate t-shirt situation meaning that Megan would also be a pregnant actress murder victim seemed a bit too direct for a show that almost never tips its hand.
Anyway, in the spirit of all this rabid speculation, we present to you our top predictions for Sunday’s finale:
Four years ago, my then girlfriend, now wife, Katelyn and I were looking for ways to occupy the so called dog days of summer that were dragging along in Oxford, MS. She was a student; I was a chef/mover/waiter/blogger/beer drinker. (Man. Life was easy then.) Aside from the usual pool going, there wasn’t a whole heckuva lot to do. Netflix hadn’t yet hit its streaming stride and neither of our lives were very demanding, so we sat around and watched a lot of daytime TV. (Neither of us had DVR.)
One day that summer, while she was vacationing with her family and I was hitting the nadir of boredom (which I would KILLLL for now), I suggested we “start a show.” Neither of us had gone back and watched a show that had already been on or caught up to a show that was currently on, as is popular to do now, so we started discussing shows we might want to watch. The Wire, The Sopranos, and West Wing were all quickly dismissed. We were both Lost watchers so the easy, culturally relevant choice of 2009 was out. The decision was proving to be harder than we anticipated. Read more