Articles tagged with: TV Show
Hats off to CBS - it's thought long and hard about how to end to the financial crisis and, by jingo, it's done it! How? Why, by giving John Mayer his own TV show, of course. No, bear with us. You see, if there's an hour a week where John Mayer is on TV, it's bound to scare the public into rushing from their homes screaming - straight to the high street. Thanks to CBS and John Mayer, we're sure the tinned food, DIY bunker and shotgun industries will all easily avoid collapse! Seriously, John Mayer's got a TV show. We're terrified.
This is a day as momentous as the moon landing plus the fall of the Berlin wall multiplied by three Live Aids - Rosie O'Donnell's back on TV! After spending 17 months in the television wilderness, where she's filled her time with nothing but failed comeback attempts and screwy pronouncements about other gay celebrities, it's been announced that Rosie O'Donnell will host a live one-hour primetime show on NBC the day before Thanksgiving. The show is to be entitled Rosie's Variety Hour. It's an accurate name, since the entire show is going to be an hour of Rosie O'Donnell destroying a variety of things that make her angry with a cricket bat - like a bible, the Second Amendment to the United States Constitution, the headquarters of an anti-abortion lobby group and, as a finale, a 30-storey slime-filled papier mache sculpture of Elisabeth Hasselbeck and Donald Trump holding hands.
It's become quite sad how strapped for ideas Hollywood has become. Not content with raiding everything from our childhoods - Transformers, Thundercats, The Smurfs - and not even leaving it alone after travesties such as Starsky and Hutch or Miami Vice, the top bods have had to look to things that haven't even left the collective consciousness of the public.
Take the Sex and the City movie, for example. Rehashing a series that had finished on TV less than five years previously seemed to hecklerspray as something of a cynical cash-in. And it worked. Did it ever work . So who can blame the struggling execs in tinseltown for turning to another much-loved TV property with a push at converting it for the big screen, even though the topsoil on its grave is still fresh?
Yes, friends, there are rumours they're re-doing Friends. But for now, even though everyone in the world seems to be harping on about it, these rumours are nothing but that. There may be hope yet.
Hecklerspray are a bunch of merry people who would never inflict any harm on you.
We’d do anything to help you out. Say you thought some Russian military types had tampered with your food; we’d be there to help you. Sure, we’d be putting our own life at risk as we gingerly slurped your tomato soup, but we love you and would never turn down your request.
However, there are some factors that we can’t control: famine, Bono, global warming and hay fever (oh dear God the hay fever). At first the problem is confined to one area, but it then slowly spreads around the world. Look at Bono - Ireland suffered for so long until he was unleashed to the world.
Now it's England’s turn to unleash one of their ropiest creations, this time on an unsuspecting America. Lily Allen has been granted a visa. Batten down the hatches, quick!
Chris Rock, until recently widely regarded as the funniest man in the English speaking world (as recent as yesterday, in fact) has all of a sudden lost his sense of humour entirely. Chris, currently touring his ‘No Apologies’ show around South Africa, was the butt of a US reality TV show prank. You ask: what was said prank? Well, he he, get this! God, we’re laughing just typing it down! Right, this TV show (which no one seems to know the name of) made accusations that Chris Rock has, wait for it… had sex with an underage British girl - when he hasn’t! Ahahahahahaha! Genius! And yet, for some reason, Chris Rock didn’t find being accused of statuatory rape funny in the slightest. The bloody square.
It was written that this day would come. The Egyptian Sun God Horus; who was naturally begat by Jesus Christ; who was echoed by Nostradamus, and then, most poignantly of all, by Travis Bickle; all spake of a day when the worth of the people of the world would reach such a trough that our almighty lord God would be left with no alternative but to unleash a mighty rain to wash the scum off the streets. And that day is nigh, our brothers, for 85,000 people have volunteered to become Paris Hilton’s new best friend. You can waste your time watching as many Al Gore documentaries as you like, but believe hecklerspray when we tell you that global warming is nothing but a 5* hotel-funded conspiracy.
Hecklerspray's Matthew Laidlow recently applied for a job at a magazine, not knowing that it was to be edited by Peaches Geldof as part of an MTV reality TV show. The following is a true story...
Firstly, let's be clear - nobody told me that I was going going for a job on a reality TV show or that Peaches Geldof was going to be the editor. Both these factors would have put me off straight away.
So here is my story of how I almost worked with the stupidly-named celebrity wannabe Peaches Geldof.
As a person currently using the internet, chances are you don't have any friends. But Paris Hilton wants to change all that right now.
Because Paris Hilton wants you to be her friend. Well, not you obviously. Someone who's a little less likely to stab her in the eye in a fit of rage within 20 seconds of meeting her. You know, someone who - shudder - actually likes Paris Hilton.
Yesterday Paris Hilton launched her new reality TV show, entitled Paris Hilton's My New BFF - short for 'best friend forever'. The show was going to be called Paris Hilton's My New BFFTPOASLRTSAICINS - short for 'best friend for the purposes of a short-lived reality TV show and I'm certain it's not sincere', but BFF's just that little bit snappier.
