What seems to be a Disney-Pixar's Brave/Bachelorette crossover event turns into the Highland Games, where the guys dress up in tight tank tops, kilts and knee-high socks (too bad Jef didn't bring his periwinkle ones) and compete in some Croatian strength games.
It's almost time to head off to Las Vegas for, you know, the actual competition part of America's Got Talent, but first, more auditions, and with the exception of closing act Mary Joyner, there was very little to write home about.
It took Bravo two years, three months and eight days (not that I was counting) to finally -- finally! -- premiere the second season of White Collar. Finally!! (Did I say that already?) It's small consolation since USA is set to premiere the series' fourth season next month, but we'll take what we can get. Bravo, don't uncollar White Collar again, OK?
There was some unnamed, possibly experimental, scarecrow-on-stilts performance art... something, that Sharon described as "disturbing somehow." I agree, sometimes there just aren't words. I'm still not entirely sure what I watched.
This week, the Bachelorette and her suitors are off to London! Ricki comes along for the ride, of course, and this child is really racking up those passport stamps!
Rounding up the Austin auditions, Andrew De Leon graced the stage in full goth glory only to break into beautiful operatic song. Self-taught, he admitted that his America's Got Talent audition was the first time he had ever sung in front of people.
This week on The Bachelorette, Emily embarks on her international travels with the guys! First stop: Bermuda.
The time honored Montage of Horror tradition took a backseat to legitimate talent when America's Got Talent parked in Austin, Tex., to scope out the next big million dollar act. It was refreshing, though somewhat disappointingly stereotypical, what with all the cowboy hats and God Bless the USA's.
Among those heading off to Vegas are Spencer Horsman, "the world's youngest escape artist" who enlisted the aid of Nick Cannon to tie him up tight in a straight jacket before he dangled between a gnarly looking contraption that I've decided to call The Jaws of Death.
It might seem odd to praise a show like Workaholics for its ambition, but it's clearly aimed as more than a tossed-off trifle. Perhaps the higher compliment is to say that it's confident in its own skin and seldom over-reaches.
It was off to Tampa, Florida for Monday's America's Got Talent auditions and The Big Guava's talent pool was very much a mix of acts both hot and cold, with a definite leaning toward cold.
Emily flies Arie to Tennessee for private access to Dollywood. After facing her fears (what, another cliché?! You bet.) on a rollercoaster and winning stuffed animals, the two are prompted to write a love song. They're quickly interrupted by Emily's idol, Dolly Parton.
If you want to know the key to how television news is supposed to work, I offer you the example of Michael Rosenbaum, for decades a dear friend and colleague who lost his battle with brain cancer this past Thursday.
Crane's original tune "What You Gonna Do" was indeed as catchy as the judges claimed, and it's certainly been stuck in my head all evening, but trust me when I say that that's not a good thing.
They stand on opposite ends of the show, as counterparts to one another -- the sexy, damaged powerhouses with perfectly crafted exteriors. When they finally come together, their chemistry is so explosive that we simultaneously want and fear their union.
News directors, please leave the animal stories and pictures to the Internet, which was apparently built specifically to disseminate such "aw"-inspiring material. And with the time you free up, maybe you can spare a minute for the arts now and then.