"Yeah, uh....here's the thing about that. There's close and then there's Glenn Close."- Susan on last night's "Desperate Housewives"...


Poor Susan. She needs a new kidney and the only viable candidate so far is a man who's carried a twenty five year torch for her...ever since high school. He still keeps an old binder full of lots of rather personal photos of her in various poses from freshman to senior year.

It's a far creepier thing than Susan seems to realize; unless, of course, she just really wants that kidney and is hoping her former classmate is just a very friendly guy who just happens to want to move in next door.

The quote is instantly clear if you've ever seen a mean little film called "Fatal Attraction." But the way Teri Hatcher (having finally ditched Susan's goofy, over-the-top-in-trouble persona and gone for one with more compassion and maturity) said made it especially memorable.

...just finished watching "Mulholland Drive" again for the first time in almost five years and it dawned on me that it is a lot like "The Wizard of Oz" in at least one major way....so I Googled both film titles together and found a really interesting article...


For those who haven't seen MD, don't read the following, but if you have seen it and have always wondered what the heck it's all about this is one of the best critiques I've ever read and one I think nails the film perfectly:


read here

Last night on "Chuck" (awesome episode!) the Jeffster decided to take matters into their own hands and confiscate the push mix cd of two parents-to-be and replace it with an impromptu live performance of "Push It." (see it here)

After I finished laughing (maybe the Nyquil I was on made it funnier than it really is?) I thought about an earlier comment the infamous fictional Buy More duo made to a nurse: "Without us, this kid is going to grow up listening to Snow Patrol...and Coldplay." (both groups said with the most disdainful tone imaginable.) I love both Snow Patrol and Coldplay, but I know a lot of people who would agree with that comment.

Jeffster: you either love 'em or hate 'em, but you just can't look away!:)

This album is amazing!! It's what you would get if you took the Squirrel Nut Zippers, some of the Fratellis (of whom founding member Jon Lawler appears here as half of the Codeine Velvet Club) and 60s Vegas lounge.

"They conjure up a Sixties-inspired sound that's equal parts Phil Spector's teenage symphonies and John Barry's sharp 007 soundtracks" - News of the World

I love all of the tracks, but my favorite ones are "The Black Roses", "Little Sister," "Reste Avec Moi" and "Like a Full Moon." The underlying dark atmosphere and sensual give and take between both singers has made me change my mind about duets for the better!

(DO NOT READ if you watch "Medium" and haven't seen the finale yet!)





I just finished watching the series finale of "Medium." I don't normally say this, but I'm going to anyway: WTF?  I started watching already sad to see the show go since it's one of my favorites, but by the time the credits rolled I was sad, very disappointed and rather angry. The writers and producers gave a terrific show bleak and mostly tragic closure when it should given it something more buoyant and "upward and onward."

Those of us who love "Medium" watched tonight as Allison mourned the loss of her husband for seven years. And then, just when all hope was gone, she discovered he somehow survived a horrible plane crash and washed up on a beach in Mexico...but wait, that turned out to be false hope because Allison was really just dreaming and Joe (her husband) woke up her (in a rather abrupt and coldly detached manner, I thought) to tell her he was, indeed, completely, without a doubt, "this is no dream" dead.

Those seven years never happened and it was actually just minutes after Joe died during his return flight from a business flight in Hawaii.

If you don't watch "Medium" this probably doesn't make much sense. Of course, I'm tired and in a bad mood, so I'm not sure I'm writing in a clear or direct manner anyway.

Maybe I should put it this way: tonight's finale should have been warm and fuzzy and left devoted viewers with the beloved and familiar image of what, for the past seven seasons, has been a mostly happy family doing family-like things in a way that is more like what a real family would do than a tv one. Modern film and tv is so bent on constantly having that dark edge on things that it seems like "warm and fuzzy" is somehow dirty and useless.

Yes, "Medium" has often had a dark side when it comes to its crimes and the people behind them, but the family itself? No.

I wanted warm and fuzzy. I wanted Allison and Joe and the girls to have another crazy morning of hurried breakfast and "who's driving the girls to school today?"...for there to be several more mornings like that in the Dubois family's future...for Joe and Allison to still have their healthy marital arguments...for Allison to wake Joe up because she had a bad dream.

Instead, though on a much, much less intense level, I felt the way I do when I wake from dreaming of a departed loved one's miraculous return: depleted and despondent that the bleaker version, not the pleasant one in my dreams, is the true version of what happened.