Football. Rodgers out. Injury. Quel surprise. It’s like getting nuts. And. The worst call ever by a remote video team against the NY Jets. Took away a clear touchdown called correctly on the field. Patriot’s owner was hanging out with CBS chief Les Moonves in his box. Do I smell payoff?
Television roulette. Every Sunday. No shows the rest of the week. All packed into one night. Last week’s Parts Unknown with Anthony Bourdain and Eric Ripert in the French Alps was cry laugh out loud. Ray Donovan is so dark this season have to watch Curb Your Enthusiasm as an antidote. And. Has anyone seen Vice Principals? Happened into it. Not sure what it’s about, but it is beyond weird. DVR’d the rest for nights when nothing’s on.
Game of Thrones 4. Valyrian dagger. Needle too. Brienne challenges Arya who emerges as the steel of the North. Sansa is depressed. Littlefinger is impressed. In the South. Cersei is possessive of her Iron Throne. Jon Snow tries to thwart dragon incineration of her Lannister shields. Khaleesi not to be deterred. Who pushed Jaime into the drink? A hunky Tyrell?
Meanwhile. Over at Ray Donovan. It will take mettle to get through this one.
Bill O’Reilly sliming up Surf Lodge in Montauk as former colleague Bolling’s junk surfaces. FoxBot fun. Liev Schreiber ditching his Victorian britches for L.A. Ray. Donovan returns. Yay. Hacked footage. GOT to stay away from HuffPost. Tiger and Putin shirtless spear-fishing.
No. Donald. No. Please keep yours on!
Saw “Ray Donovan” on Broadway in Les Liaisons Dangereuses. Liev Schreiber the unlikely Vicomte de Valmont in the incredibly true-to-Laclos’ 1782 French novel. What?! Yes. He is a big lug of a roué. Not sure why he chose this particular role. Read the risqué epistolary work in its original French. Graphic and ribald typical of the day. Très débauché. The play stayed in period all the way. A good thing? Hmmm. It was 3 heures long.
Terror attacks. Everyone wants to ascribe labels. ISIS. Al Qaeda. Lone wolf nut. Disgruntled guy. Who cares. It’s a terrible trend. Advantage Trump?
Emmys. Cut-out dresses dominated. Jeb! finally showed a sense of humor as Uber driver. But. Cut out giving same people awards every year. Boring. Kimmel slammed Mark Burnett. What happened to Chris Rock. Strange show.
Season finale. Ray Donovan. Rocked it out gently and slowly. Well done.
Looks like Turkey’s attempted military coup kaput? We’ll see. Erdogan back in Istanbul. Global instability galvanized. Just as Trump fails in a last ditch effort to overturn his family’s push to choose Pence instead of going with his gut. Fatal error?!
Emmy noms are replete with the usual suspects. House of Cards. Game of Thrones. Homeland. Veep. For my money they missed the best ensemble week after week. Ray Donovan.
Yogi Berra. Junipero Serra. Yankees. Mets. Putin. Trump. Mickey. Terry. So. When you come to a fork in the road take it.
Final Papal thought. He met with sex abuse victims. Ray. Bunchy. Unless you speak Spanish, you missed most of what Pope Francis really said. Idioms, off-script quips, dropped by abysmal and sanitized translations. Duplicated voiceovers. His passionate literary Argentine soul was totally lost. Che.