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leftoverkumquatsFiled under: Uncategorized | Tags: Brothers & Sisters, Dax Shepard, Erika Christensen, family, Gilmore Girls, Kristen Bell, Lauren Graham, Parenthood, Peter Krause
I was excited to watch the pilot of Parenthood, mainly because of Lauren Graham (I was a big fan of Gilmore Girls, whaddya want from me?). Unfortunately, she just couldn’t charm me enough in this to save her own…pilot.
Parenthood is about two sisters and two brothers and their families. And here we have my first problem. I guess it’s just been too long since I’ve seen a show about brothers and sisters…oh wait, how about the show Brothers & Sisters?
One of the sisters (Lauren Graham) just divorced her tortured-musician-drug-addict husband and has taken her kids (troublemaker teenage girl and crying-inside-because-he-misses-Dad teenage boy) and moved closer to her family. I think my adjectives are enough to show that there’s nothing quite new and exciting in this department.
The other sister (Erika Christensen) is married to an adorable stay-at-home dad and they have an equally adorable little girl. Christensen plays a successful lawyer who supports the family but in the process loses a bit of her relationship with her daughter. It was a little (more) interesting to see the dynamic between the mom worrying that the kid doesn’t like her while the kid clearly prefers Dad.
One of the brothers (Dax Shepard, who strangely enough is getting engaged to Kristen Bell in real life (Why, Kristen? WHY?)) is the one that sleeps around. And in the end of the episode, it certainly comes back to bite him in the butt.
The last brother (Peter Krause) seems to be the oldest, wisest brother who everyone looks up to and asks for advice. His family and his marriage even seems perfect. What I like about this part of the storyline was that in the end it’s not the cliche ‘he’s actually having marriage problems’, but (SPOILER ALERT) he and his wife find out their son has a form of autism, Asperger’s Syndrome, which I haven’t seen dealt with at all on TV.
Then you have the grumpy dad (or grandpa to some), the loving mom…you get the point.
Overall, I was bored. It was too close to reality for me. I don’t want to watch something on TV that either a) I’ve already seen before, or b) I know all about.
Sorry, Lauren Graham. I really did love Lorelai Gilmore.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Film, Hollywood, Movies, Phantom of the Opera, Secret Life of the American Teenager, The Godfather, TV
And here starts my official career as a bloggist. Blogger? Bloggee.
Not to start off my first great speech with a cliche, but I have a dream that one day, people will know me for my scriptwriting, producing, acting, and my general immersion in the tumultuous business they call Hollywood. I’ve decided to jumpstart this dream by reviewing movies, TV shows, short films…whatever can be criticized, I will criticize it (constructively, of course). And I’ll throw in the occasional vignette, wrought with references, to lighten the mood. For example:
In the early afternoon I was lying on the grass reading a book when my physics teacher appeared in front of me. I looked up at him, squinting into the garish light of day.
Mr. Weiner: Do you think it would be good or bad to be famous?
Me: I guess it would depend on what I was famous for.
Mr. Weiner: That is an excellent point. You wouldn’t want to be Paris Hilton famous.
Me: No. Although it seems to work for her just fine.
Mr. Weiner: So it does. What if you were famous in Hollywood?
Me: You mean as a scriptwriter?
Mr. Weiner: Or actress.
Me: I guess it would depend on what movie I was famous for.
Mr. Weiner: You guess it depends on a lot of things.
Me: I suppose so.
Mr. Weiner gave a curt nod, left the gun, took the cannoli, and walked off.
Me: Good talk.
While my life may not be the classic secret life of the american teenager, it is an interesting one. And as an English teacher (who used to be a script reader for Quentin Tarantino’s production company; I don’t know what that has to do with this, I just though it was damn cool) recently told me: All you can hope for in your writing is to lead an interesting life.
Thanks, Mr. Weiner.
