I don’t want to depend too heavily on my TV, but I’m usually in front of it Sunday night and I’m usually watching HBO. I worried about life after "The Sopranos" but, as always, the network keeps ticking.
The best days of "Entourage" have ended, but it’s hanging in.
"Flight of the Conchords," about two musicians from New Zealand, is hilarious. It’s understated. It doesn’t do what so many shows do and say, here comes the funny part and this is the funny part and the part you just watched was the funny part as the laugh track attests.
"John From Cincinnati" is compelling. John is the oddest and maybe the most interesting character on TV. The surfing scene in which the show is set, and the attendant characters, are a great backdrop.
My fear is that the shows will quickly fade, another HBO characteristic. "Deadwood" started strong and went in the tank. And "Six Feet Under" went from innovative to unwatchable. By the last season, it had devolved into a whinefest. There wasn’t a likeable character on the show.
HBO’s "Big Love" doesn’t come on until Monday, but I have to watch it. I had always wanted multiple wives, preferably four to six, although I acknowledge that back-to-school clothes would kill me. After watching "Big Love," however, I concede that multiple wives might not be the way to go.
Maybe I’m becoming mature. Or maybe I’m just getting old.