Here’s a peek at three people on my mind this past week:
First up, Craig Ferguson. The host of CBS’ Late Night show, Ferguson was pretty much at the bottom of the pool ratings wise when he started. I’d caught brief glimpses of his show here and there while channel surfing – usually when Conan O’Brien was taking an ad break. And then one day I caught an episode dedicated to his father, who’d died just a day or so before the taping of that show.
“My heart is broken,” he said, his Scottish accent thicker than usual, shushing the easy sympathy of his audience and telling them that this monologue was cathartic, not a plea for their understanding. There are moments on TV when the person in the box reaches out and touches you. It doesn’t happen all the time – maybe just once or twice a career. But when it happens, you’ll always remember it. I’ll always remember that day.
Happy birthday, Craig!
Melinda Doolittle was robbed! Robbed, I tell you! A pox on the house of Uncle Nigel!
Ok, whew! Got that out of my system. Mindy Doo was the most talented singer on American Idol this season. She wasn’t the best looking (although she’s been looking better and better as the weeks fly by) and her humility sounded a tad suspicious in a world where people can barely stop themselves from telling you every five minutes about how great they are.
But she made you forget all that because when she took the stage, she commanded it! Mindy with the pipes on mute and Mindy with a mike in hand were two different people. The woman who sang those impeccable notes could rule the world. The woman who stared wide eyed at the judges when they loved her looked as if she needed a lesson in self-esteem.
The woman who won Simon Cowell’s support (he reportedly told her he wanted to make her career happen even if she didn’t win) is a woman who says she’s relieved to be off the show because all that judging was dimming the pleasure she got out of singing. Her sing off is the last word in class.
And of course, R.I.P Veronica Mars.
I don’t really have a video for you but that’s alright because no clip in the world can convey the brilliance that was VM. That said, this promo takes a fair jab at it. Who knew a story about a disgraced high school amateur detective in a fictional town called Neptune could be so good that mourning has broken out at the news of its demise?
If you’ve never seen an episode, then go ahead, buy the Season 1 DVD. Yes, I, Queen of the Download, ask you to buy the DVD. Do you now understand how good this show was? Season Three saw it’s share of hiccups, but I understand that was because of the powers that be: new network, new bosses, new pressures.
Veronica was still the best thing on TV. Sob.