Showing posts with label Helen Mirren. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Helen Mirren. Show all posts

Monday, February 26, 2007

Find My Precious-y All Over Old Media

Look where my boy Shmuely is today... New York Times, baby. With a great photo too! Ari's trying to get through on the line now, hon. Whatever you do, just don't go with MetaCafe. Ugghhh... Stick with the one who brought you to this dance. Shmuel's YouTube channel is here.

P.S. You can subscribe to my YouTube channel here. I gotta crank that YouTube product too, eh Buzz?

Wish Eddie Murphy had won last night. I haven't even seen but a clip or two of Dreamgirls, and he sure looked on fire, as always. Didn't stay up much past Cameron Diaz. She's such a great ditz. Loved The Queen. Loved it. Maybe since Ms. Mirren won, people will now discover the best show ever put on Big TV: Prime Suspect. That creepy Prince Philip dude sure pops up everywhere, eh? Especially all over our TVs. Like, tonight!

Monday, November 20, 2006

She Drinks

I'm hungover. Not from booze, but from the final Masterpiece Theater's Prime Suspect last night. Even given HBO and all its miserable glory, that last episode of Prime Suspect on PBS surely mined some of the lowest depths of human misery ever explored on TV. Trust me, especially you past-your-prime ladies who drink (wouldn't have a clue), you will never look at booze the same way after seeing the wretched worthiness of Jane Tennison's life as she gets ready to retire. Dear God, I know it was just a TV show, but please let DCI Tennison never drink again. For every fictional hard-boiled boozy broad like Jane Tennison, there must be plenty in reality where she came from.