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David Letterman Finally Gets His Oprah Moment
Has Letterman mastered the art of the interview to the point he can control a chat while he’s being interviewed, by Oprah no less?
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Has Letterman mastered the art of the interview to the point he can control a chat while he’s being interviewed, by Oprah no less?
Every year in early September, America's pop stars gather together in one place to promote their crappy albums and to try to make the terrorists hate us even more. And by that measure, last night's MTV Video Music Awards in Las Vegas were a huge success.
Last night’s episode of The Closer delivered not only an engrossing, hard-to-solve case involving the poolside murder of an in-demand Orange County divorce lawyer (police procedural gold!) but also a hefty dose of Brenda Johnson’s Personal Life, resulting in a satisfying double-whammy that will undoubtedly get legions of viewers back in front of the tube next week for the second half of the episode.
Just when we thought the fictional town of Agrestic was a convenient metaphor for all of consumerist California, they go and turn it into the state's rear end.
In Entourage's season finale, "The Cannes Kids," Vince and the Vincettes arrive at the famed festival for a weekend of sun, sand, and backstabbing. No wonder this is the one show we can’t stop watching–slash–can’t stop hating ourselves for watching!
The utter lack of action had us pondering the show's ongoing widespread appeal.
Poverty has struck Agrestic.
For the Big Love finale, the so-clever writers shuffle the character deck like crazy.
This week's episode, "No Cannes Do," features a real, old-fashioned capital-D Dilemma — well, at least until it's neatly swept under the carpet in the last three minutes of the show. Also: Deus ex Kanye! No wonder this is the one show we can't stop watching–slash–can't stop hating ourselves for watching!
You can take your yellow ribbons down now: Rob “Former Marine” Riggle is back from Iraq.
Last night we felt our jadedness morph into a sincerely felt mortification.
After a wild and wonderful ride, we've arrived at the season-two finale of R&B genius R. Kelly's Trapped in the Closet.
The best show on television isn't Big Love or Meerkat Manor.
Another day, another dispatch from the brilliant imagination of Robert Sylvester Kelly.
Closer fans were treated to an hour-long snooze-fest.
Ever since J.J. Abrams's Cloverfield wrapped two weeks ago, it's been hard to uncover any new, concrete information — so how about some baseless gossip?
Yesterday The Daily Show pulled a fairly impressive publicity stunt.
Some nasty, legitimately disturbing stuff went down in Agrestic last night.
Three more reasons R. Kelly's genius shines with the brilliance of a million suns.
Once again, Bill's in hot water, Margene's been caught in a lie, and Big Love is spinning its favorite narrative trick: the huge gathering gone horribly, horribly awry.
This week's episode, "Snow Job," is delightfully chock-full of vintage Ari, and delightfully free of Turtle and Drama.
He decided not to shot them because he likes lesbians? You won't see that in High School Musical 2!
The couch potatoes of America continually eat the wrong foods, buy the wrong cars, and elect the wrong politicians. Which makes it really nothing short of a miracle that after 16 million votes, they picked the right winner for So You Think You Can Dance.
Another day, another magnificent chapter of R. Kelly's serialized hip-hopera.
You’d have thought a biased New York bookie had plotted last night’s show: