Mr. Selfridge drives me nuts because the storyline, the rise of a mercantile empire, calls for edgy Darwinian conflict rather than paternal benevolence sprinkled with layers of powered soap opera.
But there’s something else going on in “Mad Men,” all the more because it’s latent, unannounced, episode by episode. It’s this thing about art and advertising, and the difference, circa that era, if any.
Yesterday the folks behind Rdio.com, the online music subscription service, started unveiling Vdio, an online video rental and sales service.
It was while watching the NCAA Men’s Basketball tournament that I stumbled upon an interesting trend: non-American rock music being used in American advertising campaigns.
American Horror Story: Asylum didn’t skimp on the scary; there’s enough disturbing images per episode to satisfy the most discriminating taste in horror.
Richard Vacca’s The Boston Jazz Chronicles will be a foundational document that other researchers will turn to again and again as they delve into more specific niches of Boston jazz history and unearth as yet unknown artifacts of this era and its neglected body of music.
Had “Arrested Development” been aired after the recession, the series’ chances for survival would have benefited from the nation’s need for a healthy laugh at a time of monetary meltdown.
The SAG Awards have everything you want, and very little you don’t. The ceremony celebrates film and television, so it’s always star-packed, and only honors actors, so you don’t have to sit through hours of awards for Best Sound Editing.
Arts Fuse TV Critic Molly Jay thinks that the Golden Globes telecast was a dud, but that the group’s TV awards were mainly on target.
Now that the new year is here, midseason breaks are winding down, which makes it the perfect time to reflect on the television programs that premiered in the fall –- and will soon be back on screens across the country.