On the Top Chef: All-Stars premiere last night, host Padma Lakshmi greeted Bravo's eighteen returning cheftestants with a particularly nasty challenge: Remake the dish that got them eliminated the last time they were on the series. For season 2's Elia Aboumrad, that meant trying the snapper steamed in ti leaves all over again. Once again, it didn't go very well.
This week Glee creator Ryan Murphy announced that he will be kicking several of his New Directions stars to the curb in 2012 because "there is nothing more depressing than a high schooler with a bald spot." Well, except for a middle-aged white-rapping teacher who chooses to relive his glory days by dancing suggestively in front of a packed high school auditorium...but I digress. This is a serious threat for not only devoted Gleeks, but for the less talented, more aged actors posing as promgoers. (I'm talking to you, Monteith). Below, Movieline identifies which stars are highest on the endangered Glee-cies list.
On Wednesday night CBS aired the Grammy nominations in the form of a big concert, but the music died sometime in the first hour: Katy Perry earned an Album of the Year nomination, Glee garnered one for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group With Vocals (come on), and typically tepid Grammy bait like Lady Antebellum picked up six noms. While the Grammys are supposed to represent music's biggest night on television, the ceremony remains what it has always been: a valentine to the recording industry, where popularity and obligation supersede quality. We've lined up our favorite reasons to loathe the Grammys (which is saying a lot coming from award-show junkies like us), and we hope you're dragging the needle onto your prized Jethro Tull LP as you read along.
Chaos broke out on the set of Conan last night when guest Joel McHale stopped ragging on Oprah and his Community co-star Chevy Chase to call out a young audience member's wardrobe choice. But fear not -- Conan, Andy Richter and second guest Tim Gunn heroically came to the audience member's defense. Meanwhile, Stephen Colbert introduced a new product called meat goggles, Regis Philbin did card tricks and Conan vlogged about Bristol Palin from his bedroom.
Grammy-winning recording artist Nelly - whose "Just A Dream" recently topped Billboard's Pop Songs chart - will hang with members of the West Bev crowd when he guest-stars on The CW's 90210, Movieline has learned.
Isaac Mizrahi, who judges and mentors contestants on The Fashion Show: Ultimate Collection, always has more to say about each week's results than what we see on TV. (Damn editors.) Since we didn't catch up with Mizrahi last week, we're reviewing two weeks of Fashion Show couture with him today -- including a dated red-leather tribute to Mary J. Blige, a baggy denim ode to grunge, and one of the weirdest necklines you've ever seen.
Hawaii Five-0 is staging its first Lost reunion. The CBS procedural has tapped Reiko Aylesworth (f.k.a. Dharma member Amy) to play the potentially recurring role of Malia, the ex-fiancé of Daniel Dae Kim's Chin Ho.
That's one way to produce a television series. On Tuesday night, it was reported by Deadline that Walking Dead executive producer Frank Darabont had fired his writing staff ahead of the already-ordered season two, and was considering replacing them with freelancers. Well, and his own blood, sweat and zombie-tears. After all, based on the show credits, Darabont has already written or co-written every one of The Walking Dead episodes this fall. Which makes you wonder: Will his decision lead other showrunners to take such action?
After overdosing on Sue Sylvester in last week's Carol Burnett-enhanced episode (Sue Sylvester literally married herself in a ceremony officiated by herself while her mother, played by Burnett, watched), Glee scribes carefully put Jane Lynch back into her Adidas-sponsored holding area for this week's episode, "Special Education." But that's OK, because Jayma Mays returned from a three week Anthropologie-sponsored guidance counselor retreat (one can only assume) to stomp all over Schue's heart with John Stamos, who appeared briefly in a montage. Actually, this is not OK at all. Let's review.
Last night, Stephen Colbert brilliantly paid tribute to Days of Our Lives' hilarious product placement with help from Strangers with Candy partner Paul Dinello and a box of Cheerios. Meanwhile, Chelsea Handler roasted Jay Leno, Kristen Schaal raised money for the Playboy Mansion and Conan monologue-d with Slash.
Glee's Coach Beiste is beefing up her team ahead of the Feb. 6 Super Bowl episode. Sources confirm to me exclusively that relative newcomer Kody Batchelor will guest-star in the gridiron-themed episode as Strando, a potentially recurring new football player at McKinley High.
It would take a lot to outdo this season of Dancing with the Stars, which packed all the angst of a glitter-tinged midterm election. But a new report suggests that Lindsay Lohan, the actress whose name is unfortunately almost an anagram of "Linda Lovelace," may be in the running to field screams and whoops from Bruno Tonioli on season twelve of DWTS. Chilling? Kind of. Thrillingly ridiculous? Bien sur!
Jesus Christ, it's over. I honestly didn't think this day would come, but now that Reichen, Rodiney, Austin, and furious squirrel Derek have taken their final bows, I'm...totally sad? Crestfallen? Ah, here: Relieved and born anew. That's it. God love these plasticine homos and their Trainspotting-like affection for Botox syringes, but I think eight episodes of their shirtless shenanigans is enough. Still, for the sake of the world's children, I'll give it one hell of a last review. Don your finest PFLAG visor and join me.
ABC's Castle will turn up the Heat this winter when viewers meet the star of the movie version of Rick's Heat Wave novel -- and Movieline has your first look at the new brunette beauty on the crime scene.
Sometimes, it's nice for TV to carry a certain level of predictability -- because at least that means it's rooted in some discernible trajectory or consistent characterization or something. Not The Event though! Sure, there are times when, say, you could predict Thomas choking when he pulls a gun on his mother, but that's less a character-based level of predictability, and more a we-can't-kill-Laura Innes'-character level of predictability. The former leaves you nicely pleased with your own cleverness; the latter leaves you in a bloodied heap on your couch.
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