When did Sunday become the best TV day? I haven’t seen good Sunday TV since the Kardashians’ first season.
…WOW I’M KIDDING RELAX.
GIRLS, House of Lies, and Shameless all happened. Here’s your recap/review:
GIRLS – “On All Fours”
This week’s GIRLS was a trainwreck, as per usual. I, of course, mean that each character is a goddamn trainwreck and I can’t take my eyes off of them, it’s my favorite show.
Speaking of trainwrecks, the real “takeaway” from this episode was of course, Marnie. Dear God, this betch needs to be slapped. I think a good plotline for Marnie would be for her to get a huge, life-ruining scar spanning the length of her face so she has to completely transform who she is based on her now abominable facial features. Last night’s episode was like watching “Meet The Parents” after taking 9 dangerous, paranoia-infused bong rips. Marnie took it upon herself to surprise her ex-boyfriend with a performance at his work party. She sang a slow jam/disgusting piano bar version of Kanye West’s “Stronger”. At least I think it was “Stronger”…I blacked out because I was so nervous. Read the rest of this entry »Tags: Girls, House of Lies, Shameless
Can I just preface this by saying that Showtime is the Rick Ross of modern television? Can I stop asking myself if I can say certain things on my own blog?
Showtime is home to all my favorite shows right now (outside of HBO’s GIRLS). I was hesitant to start House of Lies because it just seems so boring. All I knew about it was that there was a bunch of guys in suits and one of them was Don Cheadle (Marty Kaan). Then, I watched Chelsea Lately and found out Kristen Bell (Jeannie van der Hooven) was on it. I’m a HUGE Kristen Bell fan ever since I interned at Conan and she said “hi” to me and I said “hi” back. WE TALKED, OK? #Friendship. Read the rest of this entry »Tags: Don Cheadle, House of Lies, Kristen Bell
Lately I’ve been “researching” (watching every TV show known to man), and one of my “subjects” is FX’s new series The Americans, a show about two Russian spies living in America during the cold war (THAT’S THE 1980′S YA’LL). They’re like, real married, but like, fake married and are Soviet KGB officers. The girl, Elizabeth (Keri Russell), is bangin’, and the guy, Philip (Matthew Rhys), is less bangin’ but nonetheless, bangin’.
I’m pretty sure this show is a social experiment. I think there’s some sort of creepy fricked up TV producer/psychologist behind this trying to see how many people he can turn on with murder. I watched the pilot episode this week and was startled, thrilled, excited, grossed out, and disappointed with myself.
There is a scene where the “American” couple murders an ex-KGB officer. Philip literally just breaks his esophagus with his bare hands…I couldn’t breathe for like 45 seconds. Then, they dump the body somewhere. Then, they get back in the car. Then, THEY BANG IN THE CAR. Murdering someone is apparently a turn on for Russian spies. But then the worst of the worst happened: I THOUGHT IT WAS HOT. I HATE MYSELF.
So, if this show is a social experiment, you win, creepy American TV scientist man, you win. I mean how much freakier can it get? I’m only 1.5 episodes in, and my need to watch more of it outweighs my utter disgust and distaste with myself as a human being. I know other people feel this way, because that was definitely the point of the episode. The moral of the story here on The Americans is that there’s nothing like a good murder.
I look forward to grossing myself out more. 5 stars.Tags: Keri Russell, Matthew Rhys, The Americans
Soooooooo Timeflies and The Jane Doze took the stage on May 3rd at Irving Plaza, and I’m kind of speechless. Yeah.
That was the understatement of the week. Holy Taquito, The Jane Doze and Timeflies took destroyed New York City, and that is a positive statement. Many people didn’t even know The Jane Doze were performing, and I saw some confused faces. ”Wait, I thought the Timeflies were boys?” FYI, they are. Then, the sexiest female DJs of the year put their cookies on the table and Read the rest of this entry »Tags: JoJo, Neon Hitch, The Jane Doze, Timeflies
I have just returned home to my peaceful Astoria apartment. I know everything should sound quiet right now, as the roomies are all passed out, but my ears are ringing ever so loudly in the best way, and I’m in a post-traumatic-show state of mind, buzzed with energy.
Saw Miike Snow at Terminal 5, and oh my gee did they put on a SHOW. Penguin Prison opened for them, and before you judge a band by their name, give these guys a chance. I really enjoyed their 80′s electro-pop style. The song that won me over was “Don’t F*ck with my Money.”
But I was really only there for Miike Snow, indie/dance/pop/rock band, led by singer Andrew Wyatt. They kicked off the night with “Enter the Jokers Liar, emerging from a cloud of smoke on stage, and then “The Wave.” Both are off their newest album, Happy to You, which is probably my favorite album so far this year.
What I loved most about their performance was how powerful and hypnotizing they were live. A perfect blend of energy-infused tunes like “Paddling Out” mixed with beautiful harmonic jams like “God Help This Divorce.” The show as a whole was a nonstop stream of ambient sounds, as each song seamlessly bled into the next. It was a volcanic explosion of beats that took over my entire bod. One moment I was jumping out of my shoes, hands up high, and the next I felt like I was being transported to some kind of euphoric dreamland. “Bavarian #1 (Say You Will)” was out of control, and witnessing “Sylvia” live nearly brought tears to my eyes.
My favorite part of concerts is (obviously) the encore. The boys came back hard with “San Soleil,” which straight up melted my heart. Last but not least, they rocked out with their most popular hit, “Animal.” Talk about leaving a good taste in your mouth. They didn’t just go out with a bang, they went out with a BOMB.
There’s really no feeling quite like seeing one of your favorite bands perform live. But when they blow your mind and rise above your expectations, it’s sheer bliss. What makes concert-going so glamorous for me is totally losing yourself in the moment during the height of a song. Becoming one with the crowd. Escaping. You feel like you’re on a drug. But you’re not… You don’t think.
I walked away from Miike Snow’s show tonight feeling ass over face in love, even more so than I had been only hours ago.Tags: miike snow, penguin prison