In other words, two series that always seem like repeats anyway and a third - The Firm - that NBC has given up on and is merely burning off the episodes already paid for.
I know, I know, there are a thousand other options out there. But most of them are expensive. Take your family to the movies and you might as well get bottle service at a nightclub.
"Hey, honey, whatta you say we blow the whole paycheck and go IMAX?"
I'm talking about network TV, or as I call it, proletariat theater.
It once crammed Saturday nights with its most savory delights: All in the Family, The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Mission: Impossible, The Carol Burnett Show, Kung Fu, The Bob Newhart Show. (You want to throw The Love Boat in there, that's on you.)
The networks will tell you they stopped trying to compete on Saturday nights because people were no longer watching. But that's a real chicken-and-the-cracked-egg argument. Like a restaurant that because of slow business on Tuesdays announces it will serve a limited menu on that day: leftover fishcakes and refried fries. That's not going to increase patronage.
If you want us to watch on Saturdays, you're going to have to do better than Rules of Engagement. In reruns.
Very retro. On Fox's Alcatraz, the latest convict to emerge unchanged from the mists of 1963 committed a mass poisoning, the aftermath of which went viral. A man sitting next to him watched a clip of the crime scene on his smartphone. The con asked, "What is that - a TV?"
This marked the first time on the series that any of the criminals, who have been mysteriously slingshot 50 years into the future, has shown the slightest unfamiliarity with modern machinery, gadgetry, weaponry or technology. Imagine that.
Disputed results. New Directions took the regionals on Glee this week. Hardly surprising, given their can't-miss competitive strategy: always go last and sing twice as many songs as the other groups.
