*Since 666 Park Avenue was the only new show to premiere last week, we'll also take a quick look at returning favorites that premiered during week 2.
666 Park Avenue (ABC)
seemingly perfect love child of two recently resurgent TV genres, 666
blends the soft-spooky "horror" (a loosely-defined genre when it comes
to television) of hits like American Horror Story, Walking Dead and
Grimm with the primetime soap success of fellow ABC sister-show
While it has neither the delicious fun of Revenge nor
the genuine thrills of Walking Dead, 666 manages to pull of a nice
cocktail of sexy and scary, infused with the small screen chops of
Lost's Terry O-Quinn and a supporting cast of easy-on-the-eyes recurring
The show focuses on young couple in the big city Jane
Van Neen (worst name ever) and Henry, who take over manager duties for
luxurious UES apartment complex The Drake after the post's former
occupant runs out the clock on a deal with the devil and is sucked into a
sort of hellish wormhole in The Drake's front door. While it's never
stated explicitly, we understand quickly that O'Quinn is the devil, or
some sort of demonic middle man, who strikes deals for peoples souls in
exchange for power, fame, beauty and riches.
What the devil wants
with our young lovers is unclear, but its certain that something is
afoot as O'Quinn casts his sidelong glances and lusting grins while the
more-clearvoyant Jane beings receiving visions of warning, seemingly
from the building itself.
I don't think I'd go as far as some
critics who have called the show "Devilishly-good fun" but 666 is better
than its ratings would suggest. It is extremely well-produced and has a
certain je nai se quois that makes for a great 44 minutes. It
also dances perfectly on the line of just enough naughty and nice to
entice without incurring the wrath of one million moms for its
30 Rock (NBC)
6 of 30 Rock -- despite being a brilliant masterpiece too good for
broadcast television audiences -- had it's ups and downs. The plotlines
began to feel strained and you could not only see but smell the cold
fingers of death inching around the show's creative throat.
we find ourselves in yet another NBC farewell season and if the season
opener is any indication, it could be the best 30 Rock we've seen since
the powerhouse seasons 2 and 3. The premiere fires on all barrels,
fast-forwarding us up to speed since the summer hiatus while delivering
some of the best laughs we've had in a while and also some of the most
pointed NBC-jabs we've seen. (Jack has decided to intentionally tank the
network. "How long has this been going on?" Liz asks. "7, 8 years?" "6
Weeks" he replies. Rim shot. Score).
Like the best things in life, I'll be sad when 30 Rock is gone but I'll love watching it walk away.
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we last saw our dynamic duo, Castle and Beckett were in the throes of
passion, having finally confessed their mutual affection.
see them in the premiere, they're STILL in the throes of passion, the
morning after Becket turned in her gun and badge and walked
(rain-soaked, natch) into Castle's arms.
Sure, there's an assassin
out to get Becket but that's end-of-season drama, not
beginning-of-season shenanigans, so the writers waste no time dispelling
the shadows of seasons past to make room for a few weeks of casual
As an episode, not the best, but it does get points
for finally giving us what we've waited years for (on two different,
spoilerific fronts) and not pulling some "Gotcha!" nonsense like an
episode of House, Bones or -- yes -- moonlighting. Casket's love is here
to stay and a new Big Bad (perhaps the Biggest Bad?) should give us
plenty to do come May sweeps.
How I Met Your Mother (CBS)
being one of my favorite shows on TV, HIMYM sure seems to be running on
fumes. The lengths to which the writers will go to NOT introduce the
mother have left frustrating for exhausting territory and what used to
be clever non-linear plotlines have now digressed into a quagmire of
Inception-level complexity where events unfold in flashbacks,
flashforwards and flash-sidewayses all simultanesouly.
Seriously guys, just give us the darn mother and let Barney and Robin get married already.
said, HIMYM is still comedy gold and the lone proof that Multi-cam
comedy doesn't have to be poison. This season is potentially the series'
last, so the expected onslaught of revelations and go-for-broke
gimmickry should be a hoot to watch.
Class: Keep and Eye On
New Girl (Fox)
Oh Schmidt, how I've missed you.
best new comedy (remember when I hated it? Funny how things can change)
came back in roaring fashion, giving us the cockneyed adventures of
Gladys Night and The Pips (there were 3 Pips, right?) we craved over the
There's some plotline about Jess getting fired
(who cares) which pales in comparison to the big news of Schmidt having
his penis cast removed and holding a re-branding party. The theme is
"Danger" and the scene where Schmidt slaps his putrid cast on the
kitchen table had me laughing out loud and dry-heaving at the same time.
Max Greenfield is a God of physical comedy and all I can say is "Thank
you, more please."
hate to say it but "TV's Best Comedy" is starting to feel a little
rote. The show stopped being groundbreaking a long time ago and has
since become thoroughly mired in a pattern of "Introduce conflicts A, B
and C; resolve conflicts A, B and C; Grouphug for emotional finish".
premiere ties up the loose ends from the finale with a few chuckles
(Claire is obsessed about how Gloria's pregnancy will affect her body)
before sweeping through the worlds most awkward fast forward (in the
form of a 360-degree shot of Jay and Gloria hugging), bringing us to the
"present" where Gloria is showing, Cam and Mitchell are at peace over
not getting a baby and Phil has grown a beard (Ty Burrell continues to
be pure. unbottled. genius).
It's still great and its unfair to
even compare MF to most TV sitcoms but still the bigger you are the
harder you fall and I need a little more to keep my appetite wet.