He leaves Washington today in disgrace, but there was a time when a one-on-one interview with Donald Trump was a pretty good “get.” That was back when the real estate tycoon was best known as the host of The Apprentice. The NBC reality series was a ratings hit when it began in 2004. It remained
News this week that there would be a revival of Sex and the City without Kim Cattrall struck me as such a greedy reach. Would Groucho and Chico have made a movie without Harpo? We live, however, in an age when there is just so much money on the table for reviving any brand that
America — what the F? Watching election returns Tuesday night was the worst television show of the year. Never have I seen so many deers in the headlights sitting behind news desks. The madness of trying to process the Divided States falling deeper into hell was so not in the script at CNN, CBS, NBC,
I’ve watched a lot of U.S. presidential debates over the years. Tuesday night’s, however, was a bigger Schitt show than last week’s Emmy awards. It was one of the first times I was glad to be live Tweeting because it meant I could take my eyes off the screen. Usually you’re looking for a knock
There was wisdom to be heard Tuesday during the Banff Media Festival’s virtual press session with the cast and creators of HBO’s Avenue 5. There has to be on any occasion where creator and writer Armando Iannucci is part of the mix. Asked to give tips to those looking to get started in the TV
Tom Snyder, the oft-parodied late night talk show host who died in 2007, used to have a saying: “Fire up a colortini, sit back, relax, and watch the pictures, now, as they fly through the air.” I thought of that saying last weekend as I enjoyed a few channels up at the cottage, courtesy of
Let’s start with this: Black lives matter. So much, always, and especially now. Proclaiming such a seemingly obvious fact matters, too. As an older white male, I want to say it loud and often and without hesitation — something that has not always come easily. Sometimes it is easier to think and feel something than
Monday was NHL Trade Deadline Day, the annual ritual where eleventy million-billion commentators put on a clean shirt and yammer on for 13 hours about a fourth line centre being swapped for a 5th round draft pick and two emergency back-up goalies. In sharp contrast yesterday was the coverage of the celebration of life for