The Strain: How to Ruin a Good Idea in Five Steps

Greetings from Germany! I have been off the radar for a bit while I consume chocolate and sausage (wink wink). My significant other downloaded some episodes of The Strain, a show I was interested in because of the horror and gore after they subjected the world to the eye-worm advertisement. People freaked out, so I was instantly interested.  I had no knowledge of the show other than the freakish gore part, hoping it might be a more sci-fi style American Horror Story with even creepier body horror.  All this is a big “yay” for me.

I watched the first episode only. It was stunningly bad. I can’t believe anyone likes this.  Here’s how to take a great idea and turn it into diarrhea.

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Wilfred’s Final Season

Wilfred is coming back for a final season, and I can’t wait. Wilfred is another one of those shows with that unique tonal flavor; dark, but with a half-twist of a smile, straddling clever writing and jokes about humping. I have no idea what to officially expect, mainly because I don’t watch trailers and commercials, and I don’t follow spoiler articles about guest stars and such. But I do know what I hope to see.  Let’s refresh.

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Failure to Communicate: Louie “Elevator” 4 & 5

What do their facial expressions mean to you?

What do their facial expressions mean to you?

Tonight’s two-parter took some decompression. Louie isn’t the kind of show you can just watch and turn your mind off to. People compare him to Fellini, and I guess that’s true, but only because I have no idea what Fellini’s gimmicks are so I’m taking their word for it. Did that make me sound smart?

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Sometime It Sucks to be a Fat Girl: Louie tells it like it is

From tvrage, via Google Images

From tvrage, via Google Images

Louis C.K. just showed the first legitimate body-positive straight-shooting no-bullshit fat woman I have ever seen on TV.  In a TV schedule peppered with my lipidly-lovely brethren, somehow a man’s show more realistically represented myself and other fat women more than half a dozen other shows ever could. Continue reading

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