On Saturday, a miracle happened. The entertainment community took a break from their collective and purple grief over the sudden death of music legend Prince, and turned to HBO witness a special event, another coronation of a queen who already has a closet full of crowns--Beyonce's Lemonade.
The hour-long special isn't so much an extended promo for her new visual album, which simultaneously dropped on Tidal (and later iTunes), as it is a cinematic diary, a textured and stunning stream of free-form expression from a talented musician, a wife, a mother, a black woman, and an icon.
If you heard something go bump on Friday night, it wasn't a monster, it was the sound of a collective fandom banging their heads against their desks after watching Sleepy Hollow's season ender. Sleepy Hollow, Fox’s troubled sci-fi show, ended its third season with the profoundly stupid death of its central character Abbie Mills, played by Nicole Beharie.
If only it had sustained their groundbreaking and whimsical storytelling in season 1.
In a Dubai hotel suite in more luxurious and sprawling than actual castles, six women bicker about the schedule of a chronically ill woman.
In a Jamaican resort, a grown woman berates another for being passed over for a job opportunity.
In a beach house in Maryland, one woman insults another for allowing her husband and owner of the house to stay the night during a “girl’s weekend.”
These incidents of cringe-worthy pettiness have all taken place on various editions of Bravo’s The Real Housewives’ series--Beverly Hills, Atlanta and Potomac, respectively. If what used to make for addictive, live-tweetable television now feels like an exasperating, brain cell killing waste of time, you may have Housewives Fatigue.
Before The CW's Supernatural began its eleventh season, I detailed my lofty wishes for it: embrace its horror roots; crank up the action to compete with the b adassery of The Flash and Arrow; and shine a bigger light on Sam Winchester, who has the reputation as the geeky, weaker younger brother but is just as heroic as the one-liner spitting, pie-lovin' Dean.
“Red Meat,” a brutal nail-biter of an episode somehow manages to incorporate all of these wishes and more into one brutal and extraordinarily suspenseful hour of television.
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