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Little Orphan Blackie

Storytellers are ever on a quest for two things: A great opening and an even better hook. So, as a writer, I had no choice but to sit back and admire the hell out of John Fawcett and Graeme Manson’s new BBC America show Orphan Black, which debuted Saturday night. Shit, even the name is great, and I have no idea what it means.

The great opening takes place on a train platform, where petty crook/scam artist Sarah (Tatiana Maslany) is bitching into a telephone at someone. She slowly becomes aware of another figure on the platform… a crying woman.

Why Sterling Archer Is My New Straight Boyfriend

I guess I have a bit of explaining to do.  Given that PFC’s demographic apparently skews thirty to forty-five, most of our readers might not be aware of the salty adult animated comedy series Archer currently in its fourth season on FX. (‘Salty’ is my new favorite adjective since our contributor Eric Baker referred to this site that way as a warning to the readers of his own blog before linking them here.) 

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Life’s a Drag: The Surprising Fashion of RuPaul’s Drag Race

Gentle reader,

Autumn has finally arrived in Los Angeles and it’s about damn time, too.  I’m sitting here sipping one of Kevin’s amazing Bellinis at St. Felix Hollywood in a black velvet blazer and jeans, so thankful to finally wear some actual clothes.

It’s especially satisfying to be fully clad having just returned from our usual October trip to San Jose del Cabo, where we lived in swim trunks for a week.  I know my kind of swim trunks aren’t for everyone but, as I thought to myself one afternoon while lounging by the pool, at least there weren’t so many obese Americans around this year.  Then I glanced over at the swim-up bar where it looked like a herd of water buffalo had decided to take advantage of happy hour.

Great.

Once I got home, I immediately jumped into fall L.A.-style with Claire and David’s Annual Pumpkin Carving Party, a red carpet launch for my friend Doug Spearman’s upcoming film Hot Guys With Guns and a screening of Cloud Atlas, which is beautiful and brutal and quite a feat of filmmaking.  With all this plus the last presidential debate and all the election stuff, it seemed a challenge to think much about fashion.  Hell, there’s so much going on right now I can barely dress myself!

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Doug Spearman and the Hot Guys with Guns cast

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No Exit from Elsinore: ‘Sons of Anarchy’ Kicks Even Badder Ass in Season 5

Spin classes are often studies in staged enthusiasm, but in L.A. they are more theatrically over the top than any I’ve done in Europe or other parts of America.  Most instructors here have ambitions to be performers, and that hour of class several times a day is their moment to shine up there on a mini-stage for all of Hollywood to admire and follow, riding that high-tech stationary bike like Paul Revere summoning the healthy into battle, accompanied by a throbbing emotional slash aspirational soundtrack they have carefully selected themselves for maximum drama, equipped with a mic through which they bellow and inspire.

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Ann Coulter, 666 Park Ave, NY

You know when professional shrew Ann Coulter is saying something vile? Her lips are moving. But when she’s saying something extra vile, it means she has a product to promote.

Coulter has been making the TV rounds this week to promote her new book, saying obnoxious and controversial things to stir up attention. Specifically, she can’t stop talking about how Democrats are obsessed with race. She talks about it a lot. Like the way an obsessed person talks about something. I’m sure she’s bright enough to understand irony, but her minions are not, so she continues to shrewdly market herself in this way (there’s that word ‘shrew’ again). Who cares if 298 million Americans think she’s a repulsive monster? The other 2 million are making her rich.

Ann Coulter Racist

No one understands the black experience better than Ann Coulter.

On her Fox and Friends appearance a couple of days ago, for example, she rambled through a series of comments about race and politics, citing the lack of black people at Chris Matthews’ son’s wedding as proof of… something. She capped her monologue by claiming that Bill Mahar and MSNBC’s Lawrence O’Donnell date black women so they can be “freedom riders,” whatever that means. Really, what does any of that mean? That white people don’t believe in racial equality unless they have black people at their weddings… but wouldn’t consider dating one of them?

Oh, Ann. You wonder why you hardcore right-wingers get labeled as racist.

Claire Danes Homeland

REPOST: ‘Homeland’: The Co‑Best Show on TV?

UPDATE:  I wasn’t surprised by last night’s upset at the Emmys.  Well, okay, I was—as I mention in the repost of an article below, it’s the first Emmys I’ve ever paid attention to.  I was on the money about Claire Danes, but my hesitation about Damian Lewis cost me a firm call in the Best Actor category.  Had I done my homework and seen that Bryan Cranston from Breaking Bad had already won three times, I would have definitely called it for Lewis.

In the end, I guess I’ve been told which show to like better.  Although, to be honest, this season of Breaking Bad is killing it, more so than ever, but it wasn’t eligible for this round of awards.  So, compared to last season, Homeland was the better show.  Or was it?

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