Years ago I ran a nightclub, and like in most bars, Sunday night was death. Many places closed or suffered the losses. Me? I started Die Hard Happy Hour! Sure, the potential audience might have been smaller than a madhouse Friday or Saturday night, but since I was competing with no one else on Sundays I figured I’d nail my target demographic – music lovers who drank.
Success? Let’s just say I underestimated the size of that fraternity. By the second week there was a line out the door and a list of bands begging to play the new hot night in town. I reinvented the three day weekend. (You’re welcome!)
Well, it looks like some television executives learned this same lesson over the last few years, as the smaller cable networks now take advantage of the major network hiatus to air their programming to attract that hot new demographic – those of us too mature for Celebretard Programming who want something better. As in not reality television.
(Reality television? Really? Don’t you encounter enough a-holes every day on your own? Why tune in to see more?)
Formerly known as Vast Wasteland, I now present TGIS (Thank God It’s Summer). Three simple words: grill, beverage, DVR.
Breaking Bad actually started late Spring but will re-run this Summer. Bryan Cranston is phenomenal.
The Closer is not only one of the best shows on television, but the ensemble cast is loaded with wall-to-wall talent. G.W. Bailey and Anthony Denison could take their shtick on the road.
Saving Grace is also coming back to complete another round of episodes. Holly Hunter could kick my ass with one ripped bicep tied behind her back…or more likely one arm holding a beer.
I know AMC is supposed to be American Movie Classics – not new television dramas – but with Breaking Bad and Mad Men they are doing the job the majors are supposed to do. Kudos!
Sons of Anarchy – FX deals an adult drama and helps fill the void of The Shield and The Wire. The whole cast is great but Katey Sagal is fierce.
I pine for the return of the most irreverent show on television. FX strikes gold again!
But wherefore art thou, Jackie Woodman? Laura Kightlinger, you rule!