Although HBO’s new therapy series In Treatment does not rate well among viewers so far, and although the concept of a show that is based mostly on a dialog with a monotone background and relatively passive characters contradict what we are used to get from our TV, the show is very addictive. In Treatment airs daily, and each patient has one session a week, so the show deals with different issues every day. Don’t let the slow start mislead you, in Israel, where the show was created, it also took a while, but then the show became a hit, with a growing group of devoted followers. I’m sure that this crossed Mark Whalberg’s mind when he decided to bring the show to the states.
HBO wanted to increase the exposure of In Treatment and wisely decided to put full-length episodes on its YouTube channel. So if you are not yet acquainted with psychoanalyst Paul Weston (Gabriel Byrne) and his patients, here’s your chance.
Warning: This post has the potential of making you moody. Don’t read it if you are having a happy day!!!!
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
And actor out on loan
Riders on the storm
There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin’ like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah
The recent rain and snow storms in my area reminded me of this wonderful song from the 1971 Doors album, LA Woman. And it also made me think about all those talented people who died at the same very young age of 27:
Jimmy Hendrix died on September 18, 1970 in London. He was 27. Just two weeks later, on October 4, 197 one of Janis Joplin’s road managers found her dead in the Landmark Motor Hotel in LA. She was 27.
Jim Morrison died in Paris. It was July 3 1971, and he was taking a bath. Guess how old he was. It took 24 years before our next 27 year old phenomenon checked out. It was April 8, 1994 when Kurt Cobain was discovered at his Lake Washington home by an electrician, after he shot himself.
Oscar ratings were dramatically down this year. This despite all the George Clooney pimping, the red dresses, and Sean Penn’s new arm candy. While the writers’ strike is rumored to be the primary culprit of ABC’s bad fortune in a year that was ripe with downer nominees, some fault needs to be shifted to the downright lack of charisma of the show’s host, John Stewart. Considering I had to wait till 10:50 PM before there was one comment that made me chuckle and that it’s all but erased from my memory, it can’t bode well for Stewart’s wittiness. Yeah, yeah, writers’ strike and there were 5 writers that had pitch in to write the telecast this year and they had fast turnaround given time restrictions, but isn’t Stewart a comedian after all? If Tina Fey can pull off of the more memorable SNL episodes to hit the tube in a long time, can’t Stewart work some magic? I always thought Stewart was a little bit of a whiny sissy anyways, but maybe he lacks that bitch is the new black factor after all…
Last night’s Oscars was as predictable and extremely boring (the Coen brothers looked like they really need some sleep.) No real surprises, no dramas. John Stuart may be a nice guy, but he is useless as a host, and the only true comic relief was that slippery something on the floor in front of the podium, that made almost every presenter to almost fall on their asses. Most of the winners, relaxed in their tuxedo and dresses, were almost indifferent in their acceptance speeches. The foreign actors were the only to give a genuine sense of excitement. Maybe the lack of surprises was the reason, maybe the long evening, but I think that the main reason for the dull event is that everybody was so busy being infatuated with George Clooney, that they forgot all about the Oscars. Don’t be surprised if next year, instead of the Academy Awards they’ll just have a St. George Clooney day.
No, the Oscars haven’t filed Chapter 7, but the carpet wasn’t the only red that made a big appearance at this year’s most glamorous award show. Seven actresses arrived in red hot ruby gowns including Katherine Heigl, Miley Cyrus, Helen Mirren, and model Heidi Klum, just to name a few…but my favorite fiery vixen was Anne Hathaway in this Marchesa goddess gown. Much love to a pasty girl who can pull off such a bold color. It gives the rest of us bronze-deficient gals some hope.
The Oscars continued to be en rose after Marion Cotillard won the statue for Best Actress for her role as the French songbird, Edith Piaf, in the film La Vie En Rose. This is the only Oscar-nominated film I’ve seen so far, so my opinion here might be null and void, but her performance was nothing short of spectacular. Much deserved.
Oh, and back to Anne Hathaway. It’ll just be a few more months before her movie Get Smart, also starring the hilarious Steve Carell crashes into theaters.
The Oscars air tonight and since I’ve seen at least some of the films nominated, I have more of a vested interest in who wins and who doesn’t. The SAG and Golden Globes are usually somewhat of an indicator as to who will sweep, but as past years have shown, it’s not always a fool-proof litmus test.
But what about the other awards show of late?
Besides the fact that the Spirit (Independent Spirit) awards are the “coolest”- people get to actually show up in birkenstocks/tevas and it takes place along the beach after all in Santa Monica, there are the Razzies aka the “crappiest” (as my nephew would say) films of the year which were handed out just yesterday. At the top of the list was Eddie Murphy for worst actor, supporting actress, and supporting actor for his multiple roles in the flop, Norbit. Perhaps the most telling award was Lindsay Lohan picking up “Word Actress” for her role in I know Who Killed Me which may as well be called, I Know Who/What Killed My Career!
But back to the Oscars because while they might not be the hippest or funniest awards show, they are still the most prestigious for now and the ones that get the most play on national TV. Below is my list of this year’s winners. I’m not clairvoyant or anything, but I’d love to be a betting woman on these since I think I could accumulate some serious dough here…In bold is my pick for winner and with accompanying asterisk is my pick for “who knew” (either about the movie or why this person was nominated).
It’s kind of corny to repeat the same thing over and over again, but every day that goes by brings with him situations that make you think about The Office. Those little moments that of course are not as amusing as when they happen in Scranton, but still you stop and say: Hey, this reminds me of something from The Office… This guy looks like Kevin Malone… She is like Jen…
There is not much hope that we will get to see The Office or any other show if you come to think about it returning in the next month or so, and it is sad. But hey, at least we have Eli Stone played by Johnny Lee Miller tonight at 10/9c on ABC. Eli Stone is probably the best thing that happened on TV during the writers strike.
Seriously, who the hell gives a damn about Gene Simmons’ sex tape? So he was having sex with a model, so what? Is it not mandatory for a Rock star, especially almost a has been like our Chaim to fool around like that? And one more thing, who the hell wants to see a 59 year old man perform? Apparently, plenty of people not only want to watch it but paid good money to avn.com, a site that flourishes from such events for the pleasure to watch the clip.
I know that Shannon Tweed has been Gene’s girlfriend since 1985, and that they have two kids together, and that she is defiantly, not the woman from the clip, but come on, he’s a rocker.
Any way, it remind me of that Family Guy episode when the Griffins meet Simmons in a diner, and Lois recognizes him as without his makeup as Chaim Witz, who she dated before he changed his name, and Peter is so proud that he announce that his wife did Kiss on public television… That was
Although HBO’s new therapy series In Treatment does not rate well among viewers so far, and although the concept of a show that is based mostly on a dialog with a monotone background and relatively passive characters contradict what we are used to get from our TV, the show is very addictive. In Treatment airs daily, and each patient has one session a week, so the show deals with different issues every day. Don’t let the slow start mislead you, in Israel, where the show was created, it also took a while, but then the show became a hit, with a growing group of devoted followers. I’m sure that this crossed Mark Whalberg’s mind when he decided to bring the show to the states.
Oscar ratings were 
No, the Oscars haven’t filed Chapter 7, but the carpet wasn’t the only red that made a big appearance at this year’s most glamorous award show. Seven actresses arrived in red hot ruby gowns including Katherine Heigl, Miley Cyrus, Helen Mirren, and model Heidi Klum, just to name a few…but my favorite fiery vixen was Anne Hathaway in this Marchesa goddess gown. Much love to a pasty girl who can pull off such a bold color. It gives the rest of us bronze-deficient gals some hope.
The Oscars air tonight and since I’ve seen at least some of the films nominated, I have more of a vested interest in who wins and who doesn’t. The SAG and Golden Globes are usually somewhat of an indicator as to who will sweep, but as past years have shown, it’s not always a fool-proof litmus test.
It’s kind of corny to repeat the same thing over and over again, but every day that goes by brings with him situations that make you think about 
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Seriously, who the hell gives a damn about