Cherish these five celebrity Snooki costumes while you still can. There's no way next Halloween will be filled with as much Polizzi glamor and guido self-tanner. Which celebrity did "Snooki" best? Joan Rivers? Kelly Ripa? Snooki's own castmate, Vinny Guadagnino? Movieline rates each Halloween poof after the jump.
Gone were the corncob pipes, Kevin Bacon references, and homemade comics from Bored to Death in last night's episode, "The Case of the Grievous Clerical Error," which pitted George at the center of a, well, grievous clerical error and found Jonathan and Ray chasing down an ugly dog in Brooklyn. But the latter pair did so on a vintage yellow double bicycle so that has to count for some hipster points, right? Proceed ahead for the full Hipster Quotient.
It's almost an understatement to say that The Walking Dead isn't about the walking dead -- it's about the people. Until the episode's climax, the zombies, or "Walkers," as they're called, figure in fairly marginally. There are a handful of encounters with lone Walkers, and a few more run-ins with larger groups, but the zombies are mostly background to deputy sheriff Rick Grimes's (Andrew Lincoln) emerging quest to reunite with his wife and son. Does that make it dull? No it does not. What it does make is a high-tension counterpoint to horror in which people are easily discarded.
If you've been waiting for an episode that transitioned Boardwalk Empire into, as ArtsBeat writer Dave Itzkoff tweeted last night, something other than "Martin Scorsese's Cavalcade of Vintage T*ts, War Scars and Brain Matter," then say hello to "Home." Cue up some Bach and let's enjoy the character development together.
Jon Hamm returned to Saturday Night Live last night for his third -- count 'em, third -- hosting gig in the last three years. The guy is now a pro on the level of Timberlake and Hanks (not quite Alec Baldwin or Steve Martin), and he absolutely sold what is probably the weakest material he's had in any of his gigs. That enthusiasm trickled down to the SNL veterans, who were out in force to get their screen time with Hamm for better or worse -- probably worse, to be honest, considering the relegation of last week's terrific featured players to missing-in-action status.
Sleazy lawyers and drunk teenage girls topped the TV Stereotype bracket last week. But this week, overbearing mothers, whipped boyfriends and snarky homophobes conquered all. Do you know which shows employed these oversimplified characters to horrific -- and in one case, brilliant -- effect? Proceed below to find out. Remember, this week's winners take home one helpful-but-opinionated mother-in-law -- that is -- until your spouse finally puts down his/her foot.
To tie up our ultra-extensive coverage of Project Runway's finale today, we chatted briefly with the two crestfallen runners-up. How did they feel about the final verdict? How did they process the judges' acerbic comments? Are they medicated heavily? Join us for their reactions.
Last night's Project Runway finale was thrilling, maddening, and bizarre, sometimes all within a 30-second interval. But the dust has settled, and now Movieline interrogates the season-eight winner in all his/her glory. Don't click ahead if you haven't watched yet, honey.
Before we begin charting the pain scale for this week's experimental Grey's Anatomy episode, let's start by remarking on the positive aspects of last night's "These Arms of Mine": It was brave for Shonda Rhimes & Co. to switch from a multi-camera format to a documentary style seven seasons into their medical drama -- even if the shaky, handheld cameras felt jarring, intrusive and was the root of a sixty minute headache. And even with the distracting format -- which was used to capture Seattle Grace exactly six months after last season's shooting -- there were several storylines (Meredith and Cristina's, Dr. Bailey's and Karev's) that still managed to be emotionally rewarding. Now let's proceed to this week's especially traumatizing pain scale.
The day after "Basic Rocket Science" aired, I wrote that the biggest problem with Community is that non-fans don't know what they're going to get when they tune-in on a regular basis. The schizophrenic and risk-happy nature of the show works as a double-edged sword in that way: We, the members of Community's unofficial fan club, love when the show takes detours to the absurd; the rest of the television community, however, just shakes their head in confusion.
The Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear is finally upon us and to prepare, Jon Stewart welcomed all of his correspondents to D.C. last night -- even the one that hitched a ride with Jerry Stiller and Anne Meara. Meanwhile, Will Ferrell talked Halloween and sang Celine Dion, Jimmy Fallon went to a gay bar, Dana Carvey remembered the time Keith Richards talked to a horse and Stephen Colbert confronted his fears by talking to a homosexual.
Are you prepared for the most epic Project Runway recap of all time? I might not be, but I'm delivering it anyway. Without further ado, let's climb inside our favorite polka dot print and settle in for three darling Lincoln Center collections, the judges' remarks, and a final decision that will leave you breathless in a sexual-humiliation sort of way.
Oprah Winfrey announced an important artistic impulse today at Maria Shriver's high-falutin' Women's Conference in California: The word "bitch" won't be uttered on the OWN Network. Sayeth the Oprah, OWN will be "fun and entertaining without tearing people down and calling them bitches. Imagine that. Imagine." Preach. But I can think of 25 other words that deserve a spot on OWN's blacklist.
If you thought you had to wait until Nov. 8 to see the next incarnation of the Conan O'Brien Chuckle-hut -- and considering that's what Conan has been telling us now for, oh, every hour on the hour for the last 4,776 hours, no one would blame you for assuming that -- some bad news: You were wrong. O'Brien will host Internet-only test show on Nov. 1, titled "Show Zero" (no relation to 1998 Bill Pullman movie, Zero Effect, but I wish there were). Oh, well that's actually good news. Assume we can expect pretty much the same show that we'll see one week later when Conan premieres, only without Tom Hanks and with people shooting silly string. At least that's what the promo tells us. Click ahead to watch.
Jill. Here's what I can say about you, Jill: I have heard you speak, you have exhibited some personality, and I feel like you're a proper noun. I can't say the same for Alina or Purple Kelly or even Benry -- and he's named Benry. Take pride in the fact that the producers allowed you to exist for a good seven weeks. But don't take pride in the following few paragraphs, which will help explain your untimely dismissal.
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