Greetings Fiend-Fans:
Well
there is a new set of lungs inhaling the dank of the Fiends cave. That’s right
Mrs. Fiend and I have spawned a sequel; The Baby Fiend. And an adorable little
critter she is. Even with the webbed feet.
While
all is familial bliss around the cave, it leaves precious little time for,
well, “media fiending”. However even at times like
these there is always room for TV. As a fat, dumb, yellow skinned, cartoon man
so succinctly put it, “Television; teacher, mother, secret-lover.” So let’s see
how the Glass Teats milk tastes this season.
HEROES….what
the fuck happened?!?! Lazy and sloppy are two adjectives that leap to mind. But
if I had to pick my top adjective for season 2 thus far it would be insulting.
The writing has sunk to little better than the Irwin Allen dreck
of the 1960’s. The cast has gotten too big, and almost all the new characters
are boring and clichéd. And where the hell is any of this going? If you save
the world in season 1, you have to come up with something at least as grand for
the second season. Instead we get a My 2 Dads redux
mixed with some of the worst time travel storytelling ever. Kristen Bell of the
late lamented VERONICA MARS, has been in one episode
thus far, and is the only thing that has me still tuning in.
CHUCK
and JOURNEYMAN on the other hand are both fun new shows that while being far
from groundbreaking, are a hell of a lot more entertaining than HEROES has
been. If you haven’t checked ‘em out, you should. I
wouldn’t steer you wrong, I’m a Dad now.
REAPER
holds the distinction of having my favorite new performance of the season in
Ray Wise’s take on Satan. For those of you old enough to remember, Wise killed
Laura Palmer, and gave one of the great whackadoo
performances in the first season of Twin Peaks. His Satan though is a weird
amalgam of guidance counselor, eccentric uncle, and, literally, the boss from
Hell. He can switch on a dime from genuine concern over, to genuine amusement
at, his young employees misfortunes so believably, I worry for the guys mental health. I just wish the tone of the show overall
were as strong, and consistent. They do much better with the goofy comedic
moments than they do with any attempts at action or genuine scares. Kevin Smith
being a consultant may have something to do with this, but the episodes seem to
be getting better each week, and are rumored to be getting away from the
monster of the week formula a little. This one’s a little show that can.
MOONLIGHT
is a piece of crap. If you find yourself in the position of defending it,
please stop reading my column. You have no taste, and are all that is wrong
with fandom. You probably watch THE GHOST WHISPERER.
Then
there is BIONIC WOMAN. D’oh….this show frustrates me
to no end. It so wants to be great, it has SUCH potential to be great, and
don’t get me wrong it’s usually good, but episode after episode they find new
ways to hamstring themselves. But, again, it is getting better with each
episode, and Miguel Ferrer always kicks ass. Then
there’s the not so secret weapon that is Katee “Starbuck” Sackhoff. If only they had been truly bold in their
re-imagining and made her character the lead. Then again, what would I have to
carp about if they did. A mixed
blessing.
Finally,
as Baby Fiend is hollering for her next bottle of Brooklyn hipster blood, I
must whole heartedly recommend one movie, now on DVD, for the more discerning slasher film fan. BEHIND THE MASK: THE RISE OF LESLIE
VERNON is a horror/comedy love letter to those of us that attended the first Fango convention back in the 80’s. A mockumentary
of a wannabe Michael Myers, that also has sequences done in straight forward
splatter style, it successfully moves from witty to scary throughout. The
performances are great all around with Scott Wilson a special treat as a now
retired serial-killer mentor to Leslie. My greatest pleasure from this movie
though came with hearing Leslie, on behalf of all slasher
film killers, complain about how much cardio work he has to do to always be
able to catch the kids when they can run but he can only walk. I giggled
fiendishly, and frequently throughout.
Well
that’s gonna’ have to do for now, Mrs. Fiend is having some problems tapping
the hipsters carotid, and Baby Fiend needs to eat (SIGH)
A Fiendish Fathers work is never done. As always,
Dance on your own grave now, and beat the crowds.
-
The Media Fiend