Discovery, May 12, 9 p.m. ET/PT |
The small population of grizzly bears followed in this beautiful documentary, shot in the Alaskan wilderness, is as vividly individualized as the animals in a Pixar cartoon. Except that they're enormous, powerful creatures driven by appetite: The adults, ravenously hungry after waking from hibernation, have a tendency to kill each other's cubs. Van, as he's named by the filmmakers, is the king brute—he weighs more than a 1,000 lbs.—and owns every geological patch he lumbers across. Meanwhile Parsnip, the mother of two cubs, makes a parenting decision that's disastrous and irreversible. Good luck, Parsnip!
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NBC's unlikely hit earned its place as one of the past decade's best sitcoms
Viewers may have forgotten that NBC's The Office, ending its run May 16 after nine seasons, had the makings of a painful flop: It was an American remake of a distinctly British comedy of humiliation starring Ricky Gervais as the world's most loathsome office manager. No network could replicate Gervais's performance, a mesmerizing combination of self-love and shame. And that turned out to be just fine. Steve Carell, scarcely a household name when the show premiered in 2005, played manager Michael Scott as a politically incorrect dolt, smiling in panic through mistakes and humiliations. But there was also something childlike and almost innocent about Michael (he's not too far removed from Carell's 40-Year-Old Virgin). Michael's geek romance with Holly Flax (Amy Ryan) turned out to be one of the most tender love affairs in sitcom history. And the show itself, brilliantly cast top to bottom, evolved into a more traditional celebration of the jostling if bruising fun of the human circus. The Office has been fairly aimless since Carell - who reportedly won't be on the finale - left at the end of season 7, and in the last stretch, we're learning about the "documentary" cameras that have been filming the characters all along. That's a meta issue I never really cared about. None of which diminishes The Office's achievement. Simply put, it worked.
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Actor-director Ben Affleck
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. NBC, May 18.
Season 2 ends with a death and leaves Emily VanCamp wondering if live-and-let-live wouldn't be a better model. ABC, May 12.
After all the buzz about the new judges (including Mariah Carey
) and the knockout female finalists, a winner is picked. FOX, May 16.
1. Theresa Caputo will be seen going about her daily life in standard reality fashion: fussing over her daughter, dieting. She will remind me of Edie Falco under a big lampshade of hair.
2. But the heart of the show will be her "readings," as she shares consoling messages from the dead with their survivors. These weepy segments will make me sad big-time.
3. Because Theresa's gift is clearly greater than mine, and because the show's concept is well-defined and entertaining, I will award Long Island Medium
Congrats on your show Inside Amy Schumer.
I'm excited I'm in it the whole time! I was on 30 Rock once, but my part was whittled down to me sighing.
Are people recognizing you these days?
Yeah, and I have mixed feelings. Right now I've got cupcake all over my face. If there were paparazzi following me, they'd be like, "This girl is a monster !" Also, the way I got out of the car right now, if there were a photographer, he would've seen my ovaries.
You riff on everything from morning-after pills to rape. That's risky material.
I'm un- apologetic, but I'm not out to hurt feelings. I think the people who dig [my humor] are really into it.
Dating is a big theme.
Ninety-eight percent of it is based on my life. Like when a guy's sexting me, I have no idea what to say. I'm like, "Hold me?"
Are guys intimidated by you?
That's what I tell myself: "Why is no one hitting on me? Oh, they're intimidated." But no. I tend to be the aggressor.
Do you have a type?
I'm all over the grid. I've dated comics and athletes and deadbeats and baristas. But I like a man. Not, like, an ironic lumberjack, someone who could protect me.