Do you have BH90210 fever? Are you starting to hear that so-’90s “DUH-NA-NA-NA, DUH NA-NA-NA” TV theme emanating from strange courier parcels? Just in case some of us tried to put it out of our minds, Fox just mailed out BH90210 metal licence plates to to critics, suitable for 407 cruising. The series premieres on
Friday, August 2 A Black Lady Sketch Show (HBO, Crave). Former Nightly Show with Larry Wilmore head writer Robin Thede leads the ensemble with Quinta Brunson, Gabrielle Dennis, and Ashley Nicole Black rounding out the central quartet Episode One: “Angela Bassett is the Baddest Bitch.” Bassett, Wilmore, Gina Torres, Laverne Cox, David Alan Grier, and Yvette
It was great catching up on the phone last month with one of the good guys : Enrico Colantoni. The Toronto-born actor, who starred for six seasons on CTV’s Flashpoint, is back this month on the show that will not die — Veronica Mars. The new episodes are available for streaming now at Hulu in
Happy to be in The Globe and Mail this weekend thanks to an assignment from The Canadian Press. I’m in with a story on one of the biggest employers of Canadian TV talent across the country — Hallmark. The family friendly American cable brand, owned by Crown Media, spends millions annually north of the border
Just as the Frankenstein monster kept getting brought back to life, the same thing is happening to The Hilarious House of Frightenstein. The wildest kiddie show ever to come out of Hamilton, Ontario — or anywhere else for that matter — is being re-energized across multiple platforms. As of Friday, July 19, all 130 episodes
If you’re old enough to remember what “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia” was all about, you may be ready to return to the house used in all the exterior shots of The Brady Bunch (1969 – ’74). HGTV bought the actual North Hollywood side-split in 2018 for $3.5 million. They’ve gutted the place and made it
I don’t think any character has made me laugh harder on television than Artie on The Larry Sanders Show. Torn’s face was a caricaturist’s dream, flashing between wild anger, numbing indifference and forced sunshine. He was a one man Norman Rockwell gallery of exaggerated American expression. Arte was the perfect marriage of actor and part.
I’ve been up at the unplugged cottage the past few days. It’s a good place to put things in perspective — including the strange phenomenon known as summer television. The simple wood frame cottage was built by my dad and his builder buddy over 70 years ago in 1947. That very year was the dawn