“I know…you know…that I’m not telling the truth”: My favorite new show of the summer thus far, which is not a difficult selection considering the slim crop harvested through the end of July, is USA Network’s Psych. It bares a strong resemblance to the network’s other quirky sleuth offering, Monk; one of those shows that I don’t plan to watch anymore, but if there’s a marathon on my entire afternoon has just become shot.
The basic premise is that the son of a cop is trained from childhood in the skill of observation to the point where he essentially has a photographic memory. Instead of becoming the police force’s finest, he ends up a screw-up, basically disowned by his dad and helping the police solve cases by calling in tips he picks up from watching the local news. When the police assume he’s in on a job from the detail he can extract from a simple television interview, he’s forced to make something up quick or get thrown in jail. His plan? He tells them he’s a psychic, staying one step ahead of the investigation and reporting his findings via visions. James Roday does a great job as the lead, and Dule Hill complements well as his lifelong-bestfriend/forced-into-it-partner.
I like the premise more than the execution, as it gets sort of awkward to have a case basically figured out for you, but then you have to see it laid out by some ridiculous séance scene. I almost wish Shawn Spencer was just an Adrian Monk-esque, “We don’t want to use him but we have to” private eye, but the show would lose some of its charm and would then bare no relation to the title, so c’est la vie. The pilot was a solid two hours of fun, the second episode about a spelling bee a little bit weaker, but the latest show about a theft and murder close to a big wedding was a lot better. If you like Monk, you’ll like Psych. It’s not earth-shatteringly good or anything, but you could definitely find a worse way to pass 42 minutes of your time.
(Bonus: the father Shawn is becoming reconnected with? Played by Corbin Bernsen, who I immediately recognized but couldn’t remember where I first saw him. So I looked at his IMDB profile. Look at Corbin Bernsen’s IMDB profile. This thing is amazing. The guy has been in so much stuff, from crappy movies to guest-starring roles in shows that range from great (The West Wing) to God awful (VIP). I really enjoyed that: thank you Corbin.)
There are actually more than a couple good movies this summer: I realize I saw this opening weekend and never commented on it, but You, Me and Dupree is a quality night out at the movies depending on one very important factor:
How much do you enjoy Owen Wilson?
If you love Owen Wilson, you’ll love this movie. If you don’t like him, you’ll find no joy in it; it’s as simple as that. Michael Douglas and Matt Dillon are so-so, but the real fun is in
Again, completely depends on how much you enjoy the stylings of the Butterscotch Stallion. Or, perhaps more importantly, how much do you want to see Kate Hudson in a swimsuit and high heels? (That’s not worth the high price of cinema admission alone, but it will be worth the time spent watching it when this comes out on TNT in a few years.)
As the sands of time shifted, I forgot how much I hate Mark May: You all probably saw this video when it made the rounds at the end of the semester, showing the first year of Charlie Weis set to some hip Hoobastank music, but I just rewatched it the other day, and it occurred to me how freaking much I cannot stand Mark May. It’s that stupid smirk on his face when he’s talking about “I’m from
I try to limit the obscenities on here, so I’ll just issue a short, curt letter to the worst analyst ESPN’s college football crew has:
I’m sorry your alma mater (Pitt) sucks at football and you picked
Burn in hell,
Speaking of 0-6...: Steeler fans, you know I love you, your Laguna-esque quarterback and felon of a first round pick, so it pains me to say this and interrupt your trash-talking, but have you looked at your opening schedule?
Speaking of Laguna: The Hills has been on fire the last few weeks as they gear up for next week’s season finale, which features perhaps my favorite Gateley manipulation of them all: giving LC some sort of job offer in Paris, forcing her to choose between a house in Malibu with Jason (How rich are these people?!) and fulfilling her dream with a position somebody created just for the purpose of this television show.
I forgot to mention it in the
Staying on the MTV reality front, I’m really enjoying this season of The Real World, and looking forward to whatever it is in Jose’s life story that makes Paula remark “Damn, Jose, you’re awesome”. You’ve got a story of redemption (Paula, although it seems things were so well redeemed that she needed to bite her boyfriend), a classic tale of growing up (Svetlana, although it remains to be seen how much she’ll actually grow up), a frat boy with heart (John), a great support player (Zach) and two people who are either most well-spoken and intelligent people in the history of the show, or just two diva-ish crazies (Janelle and Tyler). Plus, who doesn’t love Jose? After the disappointment that was
The Pirates Are Hip Enough for The Onion To Cover Them: Voila. And please, DL, don’t screw up this trade deadline. Dump Randa, Casey, Burnitz and Hernandez. I beg of you. For the children!!!
And finally, because September 2nd simply cannot come soon enough: A
(Because that’s an insane amount of pressure, the defense is a rather large question mark and there’s little depth at the…)
Exactly. Bring on GT.