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Posted on 11/28/2008 4:43:33 AM PST by IbJensen
If the TV variety format weren't already dead, the ghastly ego trip of NBC's Thanksgiving-eve turkey Rosie Live would surely have killed it.
Like the pie Alec Baldwin predictably pushed into Conan O'Brien's face that fell to the floor without sticking, the entire hour landed with a sickening, sad, ill-conceived thud. It felt like an off night at America's Got Talent, bookended by wobbly appearances from Liza Minnelli and Gloria Estefan, each forced to perform with the caterwauling host, Rosie O'Donnell.
The low point? There were so many. I ran to the kitchen to see how our sweet-potato casserole was progressing so I could escape Jane Krakowski's career-low stripper-ish ode to product placement, warbling new lyrics to Gypsy's "You Gotta Get a Gimmick" that listed all the giveaways the live audience would get, everything from a Vudu player to White Castle hamburgers and Crest Whitestrips (probably not a bad idea after gorging on those stomach bombs). But even that was a treat compared to Clay Aiken, arriving in his Spamalot costume, engaging in who-loves-who-more banter with Rosie, coyly dancing around the gay issue. "We're both Gayyy-briel Byrne fans," Rosie sorta joked.
Kathy Griffin bombed in a Nancy Grace-less impersonation. Rosie's opening monologue, larded with fat and boob jokes, stank of mothballs. Dancing boys wore food costumes and children were trotted out every so often in an attempt to make things appear wholesome. Harry Connick Jr., pitching his new Christmas CD in a Santa hat, didn't even get to complete a full number without Rosie intruding. And there were a handful of so-so novelty and musical acts, a la Ed Sullivan. But this wasn't a really big show. It was a really big bomb, an embarrassment and a pathetic eulogy for a form of TV that, like Rosie-the-eternal-fan, I grew up loving and still miss. (The comedy-variety spectacular reached its apex in The Carol Burnett Show, and somehow providence kept her well away from this botched revival.)
I miss the Rosie from the early days of her talk show, when she showcased the latest of Broadway and pop alongside show-biz legends with equal glee and reverence, before it became all about her. I was hoping Rosie Live would recapture some of that magic, but instead Rosie the egotist hogged the spotlight to everyone's discomfort and detriment. Far from bringing the variety show back to life, Rosie stuck a fork in it, drove the last nail into its coffin, broke its back, you pick the metaphor.
Exit to Eden...At least that movie featured a nekkid Dana Delaney.....
That is true. She was pretty hot too.
That was my contention as well, other then Harry Connick Jr. the rest were zeros.
Wrong oraface.
Coudn’t happen to a nicer guy....uh,woman...oh,never mind.
” but since she went off the deep end awhile back”
The day she had Tom Selleck on her show and was so rude to such a nice man.
That was the beginning of the end.
“They’re canceling shows like Pushing Daisies for homo
crap like this.I guess they want a 1% share of the audience?
The Grey’s Anatomy audience didn’t react well to the lesbian storyline.
They’ve already kicked the one lesbo doctor out of the hospital and the remaining one seems to have decided she’s heterosexual afterall.
“That was my contention as well, other then Harry Connick Jr. the rest were zeros.”
I like Harry
Truly a tormented soul looking for acceptance.
Ewwwwwwwww.
With Obama now in the White House, all of them will have to find something to do other than bash this country, and her one and only show proves that will be a tall task.
But even that was a treat compared to Clay Aiken, arriving in his Spamalot costume, engaging in who-loves-who-more banter with Rosie, coyly dancing around the gay issue. “We’re both Gayyy-briel Byrne fans,” Rosie sorta joked.
I think she was supposed to have her son on at some point. Did that happen?? Poor kid...brainwashed from birth.
True dat. The show did not receive a single good review, not even from the NYT. LOL It must have been really, really baaaaaad.
He was the Bowery Boys' straight sidekick.
Lipstick on a pig?
I wouldn’t watch that bloviating gasbag for any amount of money or freebies.... don’t know how anyone stands it.
Even if I liked to lounge around inhaling hippo farts I wouldn’t choose Rosie’s.......
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