Monday, October 10, 2011

Bangles: SWEETHEART OF THE SUN (Waterfront/Fontana Records 2011)

The Bangles, now formally down to the three founding members, have produced the album the Bangs (as they were known in 1982, before deciding not to be confused with other bands called the Bangs) might've offered...a relatively lean, intentionally nostalgic harkening back to the direct influences, when they were part of the LA neo-garage/psychedelic rock movement that would eventually be tagged the Paisley Underground, and less of the ever-fuller sound of their 1982 Faulty Products EP The Bangles (re-released by Faulty owner Miles Copeland's better-established IRS Records, who perhaps hoped to have another Go-Go's in their stable, without having to create one out of whole cloth as they would a few years later with the failed American Girls), and their first full-length album, All Over the Place (CBS, 1984), the latter also the first recording after bassist Annette Zilinskas left to be replaced by ex-Runaway (Ms.) Michael Steele. The crunchy guitar-driven power-pop of the brilliant first CBS album was largely supplanted by a more "radio-friendly" sound for the next two CBS albums, their commercial breakthrough Different Light (1986) and their final CBS offer, Everything (1988), which also followed such odd developments as Prince (Rogers Nelson) offering his womanfriend, rhythm guitarist Susanna Hoffs, a song (credited to "Christopher") for the second album, and a CBS-TV series from Scholastic Productions, the dire children-oriented sitcom Charles in Charge (beginning Fall 1984), having an original opening theme that was almost a note-for-note plagiarism of the melody of the Bangles' early 1984 recording "Dover Beach" (albeit performed much less engagingly). CBS machinations among other pressures caused the band to break up after that third LP; they went on to various projects, with lead guitarist Vicki Peterson even touring with the reunited Go-Go's to spell the pregnant Charlotte Caffey. When the Bangles reformed, first to do a single, "Get the Girl," for an Austin Powers film soundtrack (Hoffs's husband was the director of The Spy Who Shagged Me [1999]), then eventually to record a reunion album, Doll Revolution (2002), which, rather as with fellow Angelenas the Go-Go's and their full-length reunion album God Bless the Go-Go's (2001), demonstrated the band members' dealing with concerns of women now in their forties, and yet not tired nor simply nostalgically reaching back to their old sound...in fact, as the concert video The Bangles: Return to Bangleonia: Live in Concert (recorded 2000; released 2007) suggests, their long-term love of such bands as the Byrds extended to taking on an almost country-rock sound in this later work, particularly in the performance of such new songs as "Ride the Ride" and "Nickel Romeo."

Despite the presence of lush power-pop guy and long-term Hoffs collaborator Matthew Sweet as co-producer and occasional instrumentalist here, the tracks are relatively lean, the eleven original songs (and one cover, of the Nazz's "Open My Eyes" for an infusion of the Who via Todd Rundgren) are interesting in the small countermelodic figures that pop up in several spots and other songcraft elements of their fellow Paisleys and their mutual inspirations (see Where the Action Is for a partial accounting of them); the vocal harmonies are as deft as you might expect, and the instrumentals are as crisp as one could ask for...so, if the band as it existed in 1981 had thirty years of professional experience behind it, this is pretty much what they might've sounded like:







A fragment of the studio version of "Open My Eyes":


A live version from a year back (and you have to doubleclick for full screen, or open in its own window, to see Debbi Peterson as she counts off and sings co-lead):


And, to illustrate my point, here's "Dover Beach" (1984):


And, with apologies, the original version of the Charles in Charge opening theme:

Friday, October 7, 2011

FFB: FEMINIST IN THE DARK by Kathi Maio; HARLAN ELLISON'S WATCHING by Harlan Ellison; (ElectricStory posts) Movie Reviews by Lucius Shepard


The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction hasn't solely been the most reliable of periodicals for good to brilliant fantastic fiction over its 62 years so far, but has also been a notable source of good nonfiction about the literature (its best decade for literary criticism has been the 1970s so far, which saw regular or occasional columns from Avram Davidson, James Blish, Joanna Russ, Algis Budrys, Barry Malzberg, Fritz Leiber, Harlan Ellison, Gahan Wilson, John Clute, Ron Goulart, George Zebrowski and others, though Davidson's service in this capacity during the latter half of his 1960s editorship was a delight as well, as was Anthony Boucher's similar double duty in the first decade of the magazine, and the fuller list of reviewers, including such later contributors as Elizabeth Hand, James Sallis and Douglas Winter and such earlier as Damon Knight, Judith Merril and Alfred Bester, is that much more impressive)...a source of good writing about science (Isaac Asimov's 399 monthly essays, and columns by Gregory Benford, Bruce Sterling, Pat Murphy and Paul Doherty, and Theodore Thomas)...and reviews of films and related dramatic forms by Charles Beaumont (oddly uncollected), William Morrison (who covered live theater), Samuel Delany (beginning with 2001, and also uncollected), Baird Searles (whose book Films of Science Fiction and Fantasy, which I've yet to see, presumably benefited from his decade of a/v reviews for the magazine), and then the three critics whose collected reviews we briefly deal with here: Ellison, Kathi Maio, and Lucius Shepard.

The in-print edition:

Harlan Ellison probably needs little introduction to most people who've found their way to this blog entry; hyperbolic when he wants to be, always ready to shake an audience of readers or auditors up as much as he can, he can be gauche, self-celebratory (not without reason), and sometimes a bit too facile in his irritability; he is also almost invariably incisive, well-informed, energetic and more frequently than his detractors usually admit striving to be evenhanded in his approach to his subjects, rarely sparing himself when he feels he has fallen short any more than he spares others. He's had exactly one cinematic filmscript actually produced, the famously awkward adaptation of Richard Sale's novel The Oscar, where the producers also took screenwriter credit and presumably added nothing good to film where Tony Bennett first demonstrated that he is an anti-actor...one of the least equipped actors imaginable, not even a bad actor, just incapable. (Being a brilliant and perennially popular singer and, no kidding, a very impressive painter is enough talent for anyone.) And he's had a love/hate relation with television, where he's had dozens of script produced, helped launch or rescue several series, and employed his derisive pseudonym "Cordwainer Bird" when tv producers and others messed over his scripts...and won at least four script of the year awards from the Writers Guild of America West, the largely Hollywood-oriented segment of that guild. And, as this collection demonstrates, at least since high school, he's been publishing film criticism, as contributor and often columnist for the publications ranging from Cinema to Future Life, as well as famously as television critic most sustainedly for the Los Angeles Free Press, work collected in The Glass Teat and The Other Glass Teat. So...he has the skills, the credentials, the background and the flair...what kind of critic is he? Kinetic, occasionally a bit self-contradictory (he can handle violence in films, but not in aggressively stupid films such as the original version of The Omen), and pellucid...you'll rarely come away from an Ellison critique wondering just how he felt about the item under discussion. The edition of Harlan Ellison's Watching I have is the Underwood-Miller pictured at the top of the page; there's a reprint in print, with about half as many pages (and microprint?) that is presumably unabridged, which I haven't seen.

Kathi Maio came to F&SF at Ellison's recommendation; her background in fantastic fiction and drama has been far more casual than that of most reviewers who have worked for the magazine, but she's an insightful and amusing writer, and brings both an openness to the fantastic and a commonsense approach to her reviewing, which she has done as a columnist for the leftist magazine Sojourners before taking the F&SF gig as well; Feminist in the Dark is a collection of her columns from the other magazine, featuring takes on slightly fantasticated or surreal films such as I Hear the Mermaids Singing as well as utterly naturalistic kitchen sinkers as Wish You Were Here and the no-nonsense brothel drama Working Girls; her takes on the films in question is by no means doctrinaire, even if it has drawn some criticism for seeing a little too much good in deeply flawed films that have interesting feminist aspects to them...however, this might be where her critiques are most valuable.

Lucius Shepard, a fiction writer of considerable talent and interesting background, has rarely been faulted for overpraising the works he's assayed for his columns for the magazine, and presented at ElectricStory.com (contrary to the banner at the ES page, you can simply click on some of the critique titles to read them without registering)...if anything, he, with far less direct experience in dramatic work than Beaumont, Searles (who worked in theater and in radio drama and documentaries), or Ellison, is often seen as excessively harsh on his subjects...I'd say that he's rigorous in his assessments of the faulty logic and sloppy storytelling that is usually given a pass if the visuals are pretty or spiffy enough, and while can be perhaps overly dismissive, he's very rarely what I'd call actually wrong about much of anything...just a bit put off by what particularly big-budget filmmakers think they should be able to get away with. His praise for good work, particularly that with very modest budgets, is unstinting, though not obsequious. And his damnation can be very funny, indeed, in a manner that most of the folks tapped for Rotten Tomatoes might well study to their benefit. (I have yet to see Shepard's collection of film review and other essays Weapons of Mass Seduction.)

For more of today's books, please see Patti Abbott's blog.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Tuesday's Overlooked Films and/or Other A/V

There very well might be further additions as the day goes on...thanks to all contributors and readers of this weekly list, and its linked entries.


Bill Crider: Shane

Brian Arnold: Countdown to Hallowe'en; Dark Night of the Scarecrow

Eric Peterson: Dudes

Evan Lewis: The Falcon Takes Over

Ivan Shreve, et al: The Dick Van Dyke Show

Iba Dawson: An Affair of Love (aka Une liaison pornographique)

James Reasoner: Hooded Angels

John Charles: Supernatural (1933)

Kate Laity: Curse of the Werewolf

Michael Shonk: Danger Mouse

Patti Abbott: Safe (1995)

Pearce Duncan: Howling 2: Your Sister is a Werewolf

Randy Johnson: The Lone Wolf (1954-55)

Scott Cupp: Kong Island

Stacia Jones: The Phantom Creeps

Steve Lewis: West 11

Todd Mason: Don't Tempt Me (aka Sin noticias de Dios) see below

Walter Albert: The Duchess of Buffalo

Yvette Banek: The Dick Van Dyke Show; Athena (1954)

Related matters:

George Kelley: The Hour; Prohibition




Sin noticias de Dios (imported by First Look as Don't Tempt Me)
The whole film on YT, with some short commercials, annoyingly. (And now it seems the video has been "made private," so the easiest access I've found is Amazon Prime streaming.)

In the States, at least, any film with both Penelope Cruz and Victoria Abril is going to remind most viewers of Pedro Almodovar first, but this film, written and directed by Agustín Díaz Yanes, is more in the tradition of the fantasy films of Jean Cocteau and others, who posit a bureaucratic give and take between Life and Death, Heaven and Hell...not as good a film as Cocteau's works in this mode, nor as thoroughly worked-out (but also not as sentimental) as such older films as It's a Wonderful Life, A Matter of Life and Death/Stairway to Heaven or Here Comes Mr. Jordan, this is still an amusing and mildly satirical film, involving the afterlife communities competing for the soul of a boorish boxer. Both are acutely interested in his soul particularly on one hand because of the waning support Heaven finds for itself, and in Hell because the soul's capture will further an attempt by upstart forces in Hell to take over...so, two agents, formerly human not quite angel Victoria Abril and not quite demon Penelope Cruz, are sent forth to sway the boxer to their sides...Abril's character dropped into his life as his supposedly returned, formerly estranged wife, and Cruz as a cousin he hasn't seen in decades. Among their adventures are the supermarket jobs they take (no funding comes with the undercover work), and the interactions they have with two corrupt cops, male and female (the latter particularly hostile to Cruz's character), among other thugs working for a bookie the boxer owes considerable money.

As noted, not everything is as well-worked out as it might be...loose ends are mostly tied up by the finish, but the compelling need for this coarse soul, as amusing as it is on its face, is never completely justified...the telling nature of the rebellion in Hell (and the fact that it's largely spearheaded by officious Brits--the soundtrack is mostly in Spanish, with some English--as opposed to the Spaniards, including old-guard Hellion Gael García Bernal, who make up the majority of the cast...not that the living Spaniards, such as those who own and manage the supermarket or the aforementioned cops, establish much of a case for the nobility of the Iberians), and other sly bits mixed in throughout (including pleasant nightclub numbers for Abril to sing; Cruz gets a bit of a dance number to compensate), help make this worthwhile viewing. If you could forgive the lapses in, say, Stranger than Fiction...

Friday, September 30, 2011

FFB: WIMMEN'S COMIX #13; TWISTED SISTERS (& TS2) edited by Diane Noomin; CHICKEN FAT by Will Elder

So, having picked up such fairly recent books over the last few weeks as Jules Feiffer's memoir, Backing into Forward (Nan A. Talese/Doubleday--"a division of Random House," still seems so odd), and Lynda Barry's book of inspiration mostly for young adult writers (but for anyone, really, particularly those of us who are fans of her "Ernie Pook's Comeek"), What It Is (Drawn & Quarterly), the earlier influences also come to mind, including the two titles that really sucked me back into reading comics aimed at adults...Love and Rockets, the intertwined comics stories by Jaime, Gilbert and sometimes Mario Hernandez (and now an annual magazine), and the assembled contributors to Wimmen's Comix, not least the 13th issue, from 1988 (courtesy the Women in Comics wikia):

Occult Issue

Editors: Lee Binswanger and Caryn Leschen
Cover by Krystine Kryttre

The Visit by Trina Robbins
Ladies by Carol Tyler
The Magic Lemon by Caryn Leschen
Hoodoo Voodoo by Leslie Ewing
Beyond Reason by Joey Epstein
The Night by Cécilia Capuana
Becoming Normal by Judy Becker
Clair de Lune by Rebecka Wright, Barb Rausch and Angela Bocage
Ella Gets Her Man by Pauline Murray and Suzy Varty
Futures by Angela Bocage
Emil's Cafe by Lee Binswanger
The Dead Girl by William Clark and Mary Fleener
Voodoo Woman by Carel Moiseiwitsch

While Wimmen's Comix was soon to fold (might have just folded as I was catching up with it), other similar projects arose, including one that produced some magazine issues after two popular, now ridiculously out of print anthologies:


Diane Noomin's anthologies, which of course also followed various projects of similar scope (often in magazine form) by the likes of Aline Kominsky-Crumb, Joyce Farmer and Lyn Chevli, and Trina Robbins, were certainly clarion calls, as well as great fun to read. (I've certainly cited the collected work of contributor Mary Fleener in FFBs past. In fact, here's a handy page from her story "The Jelly," collected in Twisted Sisters:)

Another recent purchase really goes back to my initial love of comics, particularly Harvey Kurtzman's Mad, inasmuch as it's a collection of sketches and finished work exploring the processes of Kurtzman's long-term partner (on the Playboy cartoon strip "Little Annie Fanny"), Will Elder. Chicken Fat touches on nearly all Elder's work, from the early art school studies through his solo cartoon work (including his failed pitch for a continuing one-panel in the Charles Addams or "Family Circus" mode, "Adverse Anthony"), including caricature for newsmagazines and ad campaigns, even as a rather small book. Among the more amusing oddities included are the roughs and finished work of illustration for a parody that Playboy published 1960, "Girls for the Slime God," which Cele Goldsmith at Amazing: Fact and Science Fiction commissioned Isaac Asimov to respond to, published in the magazine as "Playboy and the Slime God" and reprinted in his collections as "What Is This Thing Called Love?"--the William Knoles article, the mildly salacious Henry Kuttner pulp stories that had been reprinted in the November 1960 Playboy from the brief experiment in sexed-up sf pulp Marvel Tales, and various explications were much later anthologized by Mike Resnick, with new analysis by Barry Malzberg and others, under the Knoles title (another FFB, if ever there was).



Meanwhile, back to Mad...the latter parody puzzled me slightly as to how to pronounce the title, since I'd only seen the Yiddish word for "thief" (with implication of thug) transliterated as "goniff" previously...


For more of today's books, please see Patti Abbott's blog...

Thursday, September 29, 2011

September Music: 3rd Stream Reissues: Brubeck Quartet (+)/The Modern Jazz Quartet/George Russell NY Big Band/Gillespie Orchestra/David Amram &--



I think I've made it clear by now how much I love third stream music...the term Gunther Schuller coined for music which mixes jazz idiom with that of the European court and ceremonial traditions, which almost as soon as it was in print was expanded (certainly in the work of the likes of Randy Weston and Toshiko Akiyoshi) to incorporate other "serious" musics from other ethnic traditions. Third stream music recurs throughout the history of jazz, from the origins involving the "Spanish tinge" (jazz as cousin to tango and, more distantly, milonga and other forms) and classic ragtime even before that (Scott Joplin, James Scott and their colleagues seeking to create a first Truly American classical tradition), and into the New Orleans marching bands and their extensions and Harlem ragtime and its extensions at the turn of the 1900s, through the more ambitious big-band music (Gershwin commissioned, Ellington on his own ticket, and hardly they alone), into the bebop-influenced big bands (the Gillespie Orchestra also cementing Afro-Cuban jazz, the Gil Evans and John Lewis assemblies helping to establish the "cool" approach that owed so much to Beiderbecke and Young but nonetheless, it moved; Dave Brubeck's Octet of jazz-loving classical students among the Left Coast stirrings). George Russell discovering modal improvisation and teaching it to Bill Evans so that he could teach it to the Miles Davis quintet; meanwhile, the free jazz players beginning to find their liberation, and learning (as Ornette Coleman noted) that it was possible to play incorrectly in free jazz...while Sun Ra and company played orchestral R&B in one selection, large-band collective-improvisational free jazz in the next. Ellington most consistently, and probably most ambitiously, pushing his swing orchestra to more and more adventurous music (as well as playing the hits), but from Benny Carter suites for the Count Basie band to Stan Kenton's almost jazzless longform compositions, from the Chico Hamilton and Jimmy Giuffre small groups and the larger ones under the direction of Charles Mingus and eventually John Coltrane, from Max Roach when working in this mode and Lennie Tristano nearly always--and Thelonious Monk nearly always defaulting into this mode by his very nature, there arose the hugely popular quartet, the Dave Brubeck Quartet, and the very popular and even more stable quartet, the Modern Jazz Quartet, and even if there hadn't been support from folks ranging from Eric Dolphy to Ran Blake, from Claude Thornhill to Gerry Mulligan to Cecil Taylor, the two quartets would've made a case for this kind of music to be popular and important (and continued to blaze trails for those who would follow, from Anthony Braxton with his "For Four Orchestras" and Carla Bley to the "chamber jazz" of the '70s). It didn't hurt that Davis wanted to record with the Gil Evans Orchestra, but it might've been even more important that Gillespie wasn't done with his experimentation with jazz orchestral composition, either (and was happy to have his young protege Lalo Schifrin spread his wings), nor was a young magpie classically-trained player, helping to pioneer what was later tagged "world music" as well as working on increasingly adventurous film-soundtrack scoring, David Amram. And George Russell couldn't sit still, composing his own album-length suites and shorter pieces, as organically experimental as Monk and perhaps even more protean.



So, these five albums, not hardly the sum total of the 3rd Stream movement, though one of the best of the Modern Jazz Quartet's albums is Third Stream Music, but these all reissued in the last half-decade or so, or in the case of the Brubeck newly packaged and released this month, the Russell as part of a set devoted to his complete recordings for the 1970s label Black Saint/Soul Note, including no fewer than three albums devoted largely or entirely to Russell's "Electronic Sonata for Souls Loved by Nature," probably still the best composition of its sort (electronic third stream music, of course). Ridiculously, the best of Russell's 1970s albums, Living Time, attributed to featured soloist Bill Evans the way Gil Evans's albums were to Davis, remains out of print...but at least the New York Big Band album features a good, not quite as good, reading of the longest segment of the "Living Time" suite, "Event V" among other works, including a reading of his first professional work, for the Dizzy Gillespie Orchestra of the mid 1940s, "Cubano Be/Cubano Bop"...and a version of Billie Holiday's "God Bless the Child." Though perhaps the new listener should start with the Russell "Smalltet" (with Bill Evans) and their Jazz Workshop album, you can do worse than the NYBB disc. Or almost any of his other albums...but Living Time needs to be back in print.



As noted, Gillespie gave Russell his entre into professional jazz work, and did the same, at least in the States, for Brazilian emigre Lalo Schifrin, not yet a household name for the likes of the theme to Mission: Impossible nor such film soundtracks as that for Bullitt. Schifrin's suite sought to suggest the story of first contact and war and conquest, and the eventual partial (never complete) rapprochement between the nations of the Americas and those who named the continents thus. Shifrin and the orchestra does so brilliantly, and I'm not sure I've heard better playing from Gillespie in any context in that decade (as with the very late Rhymthmstick tour, I think Gillespie always enjoyed being at the head of an orchestra the best, though when playing in a small group, as in the only time I saw him in concert...in a "cutting contest" with David Amram, in part...he was rarely a slouch, either.)



David Amram...whether scoring Pull My Daisy, the Kerouac and other Beats film (looks like the Google video play I embedded some time back has been removed, alas, but I hope the copyright holders are at least getting something out of that) or The Manchurian Candidate (the first film adaptation), whether playing European "classical" music or folk tunes from all over, or jazz or some combination of those and more (in that cutting contest with Gillespie, he played French horn to Gillespie's trumpet, pennywhistles to Gillespie's muted trumpet), he is a force for joy and other passions, as well as for global fellow-feeling. It won't surprise you to learn that in person (as after that first Thelonious Monk Memorial Concert in 1987, or writing to this blog a year or so back), he's an utter gentleman, and an often amused and amusing delight. The compositions on the "genre"-busting manifesto that this album is range widely, but are uniformly engaging, energetic...and great fun. Very little, if anything, of the formalist exercise about them...those practice-room walls, like those between "classical" and jazz and folk, come down as well. Bari saxophonist Pepper Adams, as well as Amram, has rarely been been better than he is here.



The Modern Jazz Quartet (for most of its run John Lewis, piano; Milt Jackson, vibraphone; Percy Heath, bass; Connie Kay, percussion) and the Dave Brubeck Quartet (particularly that, from 1957-1966, made up of Paul Desmond, alto sax; Gene Wright, bass; and Joe Morello, percussion), can't be neatly summed up by any single album, which is why such boxed sets as the Mosaic "complete Atlantic studio" MJQ and the DBQ's For All Time cube are so valuable, but the 1960 European Concert album (much later augmented by further recordings from the same tour released after Kay's death as Dedicated to Connie) gives a core sampling of the band's contribution, in 3S and otherwise, much as the third-stream-heavy picking and choosing through Brubeck's career on Columbia/CBS Records and their successors at Sony, while including earlier and later work than the most popular quartet's and some that is less relevant to "classical"/jazz hybrids (because what Brubeck sampler can escape "Take Five" and why not the one recording with Tony Bennett?), nonetheless these, a reissue of the MJQ's double-album that unfortunately edits out Lewis's introductions to some of the tracks (as audible on the LPs) to help fit everything onto one CD, and a sampler that finally(!) puts the entirety of brother Howard Brubeck's composition "Dialogues for Jazz Combo and Orchestra" (as performed by the DBQ and the New York Philharmonic under the direction of Leonard Bernstein) out on cd (only the last movement had been available previously), but also includes the rather weak tea of the orchestral version of "Brandenburg Gate"...better, particularly in the DBQ's performance, than I remembered from the vinyl, but still essentially a "with strings" recording rather than up to "Dialogues" or "Elementals," the earliest Dave Brubeck large-group composition we hear here (along with a movement from Dave Brubeck's much later work for a large group, "Points on Jazz for Two Pianos and Chamber Orchestra"). From Lewis's tribute "Django" and Brubeck's "The Duke" through such brilliant and often overlooked work as Lewis's "The Cylinder" and Brubeck's "Winter Ballad" to the straight-ahead blowing of Milt Jackson's "Bag's Groove" and Brubeck and Charles Mingus's duo improvisation "Non-Sectarian Blues", these are great starting points, and as someone with dozens of albums by the MJQ, the DBQ and their related projects, I've very glad to have them, as well.

Brubeck Quartet and Orchestra: "Elementals"


since this one's decommissioned:from the European Concert album: The Modern Jazz Quartet: "Django"


Here's the MJQ and the Beaux Arts Trio, from the Third Stream Music album of similar vintage:

Dizzy Gillespie and David Amram, et al., at the Thelonious Monk Memorial Concert


George Russell's band featuring Eric Dolphy: "Round Midnight" (since the NYBB isn't poachable)


For more "forgotten" and rediscovered music selections for this month, please see Scott Parker's blog.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A few tv and radio notes...

CBS, having noted that Julianna Margulies is cute, has decided that's how to sell the series this season.
The new season: So, in my less than copious free time, I've managed to catch pieces of, rather than whole episodes of, the new series The Playboy Club, Pan Am, Unforgettable, Person of Interest, the remakes of Charlie's Angels and Prime Suspect. Of these, Prime Suspect was the least inept, but vied with most of the others in ridiculousness...the detectives that Maria Bello's character has to contend with are not just machismic cartoons, they're moreso in 2011 than, say, the early 1970s clowns in the US remake of Life on Mars, where the locker-room antics and inexperience with having to treat women as colleagues at least made a modicum of sense. Bello manages to be as good as possible, if not given much to work with on the home-front, either, dealing with her manfriend's exacting ex-wife. The two historical drama series are clumsy, if well-appointed, attempts (as everyone has noted) to steal Mad Men's low-rated thunder (while adding, say, at least a dash of Las Vegas's mindless cheesecake and "kicks"...and failing to be even as engaging as was that lightweight series of a few seasons back). As I've noted elsewhere, CBS's "midseason" experiment in 2008, Swingtown, which had at least as many roots in the film of The Ice Storm, will probably stand as the least embarrassing of the broadcast nets' MM ripoffs (even given that the All-American protagonists were played by a fine, Canadian Molly Parker and Briton Jack Davenport sporting an inconsistent "Yank" accent that sounded a lot like his fake Australian for an episode of Coupling).

At least The Good Wife seems to be holding up so far.

The only new sitcom I've caught so far is Whitney, the pilot of which was available online in pieces all summer, and which pilot holds together better as a whole, while being only reasonably good-grade mechanical relationship fodder, heightened in the contrived situations by some good acting.

Most notable cognitive dissonance in scheduling: FamilyNet, the more or less conservative evangelical Christian network managed by the younger Robert Schuller (inheritor of the Crystal Cathedral--as of this past summer, both Schullers have left that church, in the midst of hurt feelings and controversy), is trying to snag some of the audience that such new digital broadcast networks as Retro TV, This TV, Me TV, and Antenna TV have been racking up with somewhat engaging collections of repeats and films...FamilyNet has turned much of its primetime over to, of all series, Lou Grant, cancelled by CBS mostly to make the Reagan Administration happy all those years ago. The Xiancaster also is now willing to run such films as The French Connection...with the dialog they and their audience might find offensive silenced...in the case of that film, about a third of the soundtrack was blanked out.

Tales well calculated to keep you in...anomie (or Anxiety, as Bob and Ray had it): The very late (1962) episode of Suspense on WAMU's The Big Broadcast on Sunday, #925 "Hide & Seek," from just before the end of its CBS Radio run, was remarkably bleak, even in its brevity (by then, the episodes ran 23 minutes to accommodate network news on the hour as well as commercials), about medium Manhunt level...it won't live forever in the history of drama, but it's definitely worth a listen, in a good set that also includes John Wayne and Ward Bond in an adaptation of "Fort Apache" and Bogart with Greer Garson in a Lux Radio Theater version of "The African Queen"...and the usual Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar, Dragnet, and Gunsmoke episodes.

Commuter's grouse: Why might the local NPR and CBS radio stations' traffic reporters, and even NavTeq's relatively new digital broadcast television service devoted to traffic coverage, choose to refer to traffic moving at about a literal 2MPH (or less, for long stretches) as Slow? Slow on a highway is fifteen miles per hour below the speed limit. Standstills are standstills. Parked cars are not moving "slowly." Thus does Andy Rooney instruct you to remove yourself from his grasspatch.