Tuesday, April 24, 2007

FOOL-PROOF CONSPIRACIES AND CONSPIRACIES OF FOOLS: Some good goings-down in New York, Vegas, and Odessa on Heroes, and in Los Angeles and Lake Tahoe on The Bachelor: Turbo Style.

On Heroes, while I might quibble with some of the clunky plot devices (if you're going to spend a zillion dollars on a secure underground facility, perhaps you should kick in the extra couple hundred to make sure your ductile iron pipes aren't detatchable in 3-foot lengths? Or are you going with the orbiting space-station-trash-chute model?), there were a couple of things I found pretty cool. Namely, the fact that the worst bad guy in the whole world has that power -- which must frustrate him to no end; the whole idea of a Mama Petrelli-Claire Facts of Life Goes to Paris; and that Sylar more or less painted Nathan (or was it Sylar himself?) into Van Gogh's blue room, an appropriately schizophrenic response to Mendez's Oval Office painting. And while looking for that last image, I found the web site for Linderman's Corinthian Hotel and Casino. I can't quite find the Easter Eggs there -- maybe you have to win in the online games to get access to the secret stuff.

Meanwhile, equally dastardly doings are afoot in the slightly realer world, as The Bachelor's mail-order-bride applicants crank up the whispering campaigns, Andy admits to a visibly disappointed Tina that he is not rich enough to afford the Lamborghini or the yacht (but fails to mention that he is an animatronic puppet stitched together from shoe leather and goat wool and running on an AI program loaded onto an 1990 Amiga cpu), and Tessa confides that she is not the kind of girl to fall ass over teakettle in WE Network Love of a Lifetime in fewer days than it takes to order shoes online, unlike her braying cohorts. Will Doctor Officer Andytron 5000 reward or punish the negative campaigning? Can a normal gal from the People's Republic of San Francisco find love with a machine originally programmed by Rumsfeld Labs? Tune in, I guess.

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