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The Irrelevant In The Room
It was about as old school a day as was possible on the streets of Manhattan yesterday. Hundreds of media buyers and sellers eagerly schlepping by limo, taxi, Uber and even the Number 7 line to glitzy, star-filled unveilings of the fall TV schedules. NBC kicking it all off as they have for decades, utilizing
(It’s Not That) Late Night With (The Next?) David Letterman
When my friend the talent expert texted me last week urging me to check out what was happening on Netflix, I immediately knew it worth my time to do so. Unlike far too many others in my life these days, he’s an exceptionally busy executive and family man with a frenetic schedule and countless responsibilities.
Happy Motherf—–s’ Day?
To those of you who are still fortunate enough to have the presence of a mother in your life, whether it’s your actual mom, the mother of your children or someone who is a maternal figure who is present in your life, you have my respect and envy today. And to those of you who
When Life Imitates Art, It Can Be Heartbreaking
It is said that death comes in threes, and, sadly, for me once again that was true. But I could have never have predicted this particular trifecta. Yesterday started for me in the wee hours catching up on one of the few broadcast network sitcoms I still try and watch with some regularity, YOUNG SHELDON.
You Wanna Buy A Duck?
You’re forgiven if you’ve never heard of Joe Penner. After all, he never lived to see World War II, and the few surviving examples of his work are pretty much limited to grainy old time radio recordings and some animated caricatures in Disney and Warner Brothers cartoons of the 1930s. But trust me, at one
Is The Enemy Of My Enemy Really My Friend?
You almost have to feel a little sorry for our friends Yosemite Zas and Bob AIger. Sure, they’re defying the demographic curves by being white men over 60 that are employed, and they’ve got loving families supporting them as a result. For those reasons alone, despite how sometimes I am a tad harsh on them
It Used To Be E! Now, Barely An F.
I really don’t like to spend my time lamenting about how things used to be. Plenty of folks in my demographic bracket tend to go that route, and while I’m as much of a fan of nostalgia as anyone, I usually get far more excited about something I haven’t seen before. There’s nothing any of
Nothing To See Here?
It wasn’t a particularly great weekend to be part of the movie business. Especially if you were part of the Universal team that had to deal with the kind of Debbie Downer news that proliferated in the wake of yet another box office disappointment. As VARIETY’s Rebecca Rubin mournfully reported on Sunday: “The Fall Guy,”
Roast Tom. No Turkey.
I like live TV. Be it sports, news or comedy, I like the possibility of seeing something occur in real time, unvarnished, unexpected that will give me a momentary advantage on most of the world for being aware of something at least buzzworthy, if not historic. So I’m still one of the Luddites that at