I was ready to watch Gillian Anderson earn her Emmy, but I was not prepared to watch Gillian Anderson earn her Emmy.
This week, David and Gillian celebrated their birthdays by trolling the world.
I need to take a month off from all other responsibilities and ONLY WATCH THIS SHOW. I’d finish it in a week and use the rest of the time to consider my feelings.
Season two goes out in a literal blaze of glory. Season three comes to us in a dream with an unbuttoned shirt and starts quoting song lyrics. (more…)
Welcome to season two of The X-Files: now with more angst, more nightmares, and more people who treat Scully and Mulder like the couple that they already are.
Never one to turn down a press event with exposed brick walls, lemon cake pops, and men in red sneakers, I spent Wednesday evening an advance screening of USA Network’s new drama Satisfaction. I knew exactly two things about the show beforehand, each of which came from its ‘YOUR AUNT WILL CALL THIS SHOW A GUILTY PLEASURE’ ad campaign: A man jumps into a pool in his suit, and a couple sleeps in a bed with expensive sheets. If you were drawn in by the mystery of what could possibly bring this man to ruin that nice suit, and if you thought it indicated some level of spontaneity in either the character or the show, it didn’t. It was just an ad campaign. If you were drawn in by the expensive sheets, you’re probably the target audience.
A summary of the end of season one: trust, dim lights, very close talking, 90s fashion, CAR SCENE, my emotional downfall.