Life is otherwise good, just searching for my next gig and doing some writing. Joanna is back to work on Rectify, and we’re happily enjoying married life. Sparkle the dog is asleep between the couch and the coffee table.
Fall TV has arrived with a mission to consume our lives, and we are powerless to stop it.
Gotham is total nerd candy, and I can’t wait to gobble it up like a fistful of Red Vines. The Flash and Constantine push all the right buttons (comic book adaptations, cool ass special effects… comic book adaptations). The excellent Marvel: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. premiere showed a reinvigorated series eager to shed any memory of last year’s mid-season sludge. John Oliver’s hilarious and poignant barbs on Last Week Tonight continue to dwarf expectations. Bill Maher’s Real Time remains an acerbic and thought-provoking staple. I’m always curious about Saturday Night Live, even if stumbles more than not. Who knows what waking nightmare Tim & Eric’s Bedtime Stories will unleash on the Earth, but I will bear witness. Hell, I’m even watching Seahawks football. And I absolutely cannot wait for the return of The Walking Dead.
I’m barely brushing the surface of what’s out there. I’m told that I have to watch The Blacklist. I hear nothing but great things about The Knick, but it continues to pile up on the DVR (where a near-entire season of the terrific Fargo sits forgotten). Media overload cost me Arrow long ago, and I hear it gets better and better. I’ve still never seen the Battlestar Galactica reboot, a show everyone says I must “drop everything and go watch right now!” I know, I know… And then there’s the upcoming Agent Carter and Star Wars: Rebels, plus the return of Banshee and eventually Game of Thrones.
I’m a dog, and television is tasty rawhide bone. I’m a zombie with a human arm, Chris Christie with a Monte Cristo, a junkie, an addict. I suppose instead of allowing the DVR to ride me like a jeering and angry monkey, I could exhibit a shred of self-control. Focus on the best stuff and ditch the rest, enjoy it for what it is. There’s no real problem here, is there?
Everyone keeps saying we’re in Golden Age of TV, and there’s no denying it. More than that, we’re experiencing an entertainment explosion in all mediums. It’s a time of unbridled creativity and expression. There are a zillion things out there competing for our time and attention. Television has just raised the bar to compete. I’m going to appreciate the magnificent and succulent feast the television gods have blessed us with.
Starz cast Australian actor Liam McIntyre (HBO’s Pacific) as Spartacus for the second season of the series, Spartacus: Blood and Sand. Andy Whitfield originated the role during the series’ first season and was forced to bow out of further production due to his ongoing health issues. According to the network, Whitfield gave his consent to the recasting. Production on new episodes of Spartacus: Blood and Sand begin this spring with Spartacus instigating fellow slaves to rebel against Rome. The six-episode prequel series, Spartacus: Gods of the Arena premieres January 21 at 10p on Starz.
It will be tough for anyone to follow Andy Whitfield, and the show won’t be the same without him. Here’s hoping McIntyre pulls it off.
I don’t have high hopes for Spartacus: Gods of the Arena, but I am still looking forward to some schlocky fun this weekend. Maybe it will surprise me. Blood & Sand certainly did. Here’s a trailer: