While you can look at the popular ABC series, The Bachelor, as pop culture entertainment, it can also, surprisingly, provide some real life lessons.
This was sort of a filler episode, wrapping up all of the unresolved issues from the mid-season premiere. Best moment? Weber yelling at Yang: "I am, and will always be the Chief!" Touché, sir.
Like a bro who's circled back to pick up his anchor baby, we're back for episode 3 of Mixology, charting the odds of our 10 singles in their quest of love and/or lust in NYC.
It all unfolds as the whole crew tries to figure out a rare, tricky tumor in a teenage girl and tend to the nasty leg wounds on another woman who dove into a trash chute to avoid her married boyfriend. Theme of the evening? Love is blind and makes you stupid.
The hangover could be settling in earlier than expected for ABC's Mixology, the show about what happens to 10 singles over the course of a single night out in New York City.
We can hardly turn on our TVs without seeing promos that reveal a child who died 32 years ago returning on ABC's new Sunday night drama, Resurrection. The promos pose this question: What if someone you lost returned?
It's ironic that Mr. Peabody & Sherman has a sequence involving the Trojan horse. Because according to the director of this production, this animated feature is actually something of a Trojan horse in and of itself.
If more blockbusters were in contention for Best Picture, it would not be a stretch to imagine a 10 to 20 percent increase in ratings. That would equate to millions of dollars for ABC and the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.
In all, the show was no enormous shame, a few good jokes, no great shocks. But the program did its job. It honored those who labored long and hard in the film industry this past year. And maybe that's all we should expect.
For the record, I thought the cold open montage was delightful. April running off with Jackson, Bailey and Ben fighting, Meredith and Derek and Christina all in room going at it, Shane disappearing after almost killing Karev's dad. Shall I go on?
While it's far too early to know who ends up with whom and who inevitably goes home alone, it's always fun to speculate, isn't it? So that's exactly what we'll do. With 1 being "A snowball's chance in hell" and 10 being "They're probably in a bathroom stall right now," we'll take a weekly look at our singles' odds of getting lucky.
In broadcast journalism making people cry is a refined skill. You lean in, lower your voice, put your hand on their forearm and talk to them like a friend.
For all these reasons, and not just one, I'm going against the grain of what appears to be the general consensus and strongly suggest that Leonardo DiCaprio deserves the Oscar this year for The Wolf of Wall Street, even more than favorite Matthew McConaughey.
Monday night Johnny Pabs and his harem of eight ladies relocated from Full Metal Jacket (Vietnam) to Lord of the Rings (New Zealand). This week's episode saw a group date, two one on one dates, and two ladies sent home in tears.
Who gets the long stems?
Over the past few days I've met a ton, literally, of innovative men and women at the National Association of Television Producers and Executives (NATPE) conference who are creating incredible ways to create, produce and deliver great content to you wherever you are.