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munchman Looks at the Bright Side of Life

munchman’s TV Musings #12
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The current state of the US of A being what it is, yer friendly neighborhood munchman has found himself forced to take a long, hard look at what he’s been writing – and thinking.

The result of that long, hard look is the realization that considering the situation, ranting and raving about the sad offerings to be had on our TVs and computer screens and the idiot machinations behind them is, way too obviously, a total waste of time and resources.

With that in mind, here are some recent shows and events that have managed to bring el munchero a smile or three, and I for reals hope they will do the same for you.

  • It may sound silly, but the fact that Agent Carter showrunners Michele Fazekas and Tara Butters are even as we speak hard at work developing an ABC series “based on the Disney theme park mythology” according to Slashfilm. muncherola well remembers his first time at Disneyland at the age of four and how utterly  beguiled I was by the Disney fantasyverse that had now become real. I even saluted the captain of our submarine ride and thanked him for the tour. If Michele and Tara can bring even half that much joy into the world it will have become a better planet indeed.
  • HBO is working on a new comedy called Divorce from Sharon Horgan, co-creator and star of Catastrophe. And methinks, that if this thing turns out half as funny/moving as the darkly funny Catastrophe and soothes a divorcee soul or two, well, that “better planet” thing will have struck again.
  • The other day a friend having conniptions over “That Asshole in the White House” sent me a 4 month old column from Ken Levine, one of the funniest TV and blog writers ever. It’s about the problems that he and his partner David Isaacs had back in 1980 when writing a comedy pilot about the White House pressroom. Seems that no matter what they wanted to do – like name the fictional president – the network, ABC, said no. The bright side here is that kind of stifling is no longer the case even on broadcast networks, where writers now have more freedom than ever before, and way more than current members of the White House pressroom, for sure.
  • Indie created and produced web series are becoming better and better. Don’t believe moi. Check out these: My Gay RoommateHollywood Hitmen, Acting Dead and many, many more that y’all can find via sites like Snobby Robot and Stareable, etc.
  • Mindy Kaling of The Mindy Project fame is developing an ABC pilot about a lesbian couple in Kansas. munchaderio isn’t a big Mindy fan by any means (reminds me too much of a certain ex from back in the day – which isn’t all that far back becuz this kid still ain’t all that old but anyway…), but maybe MK will do better this time. (See? I really am thinking positively. And Mindy Kaling becoming a better writer is certainly a more likely possibility than that ex I mentioned every becoming a better anything – oh, wait. Damn)
  • Sites like CV Independent exist. Digest that statement for a minute, then visit the site. See? It’s a good thing, yeah?
  • J.J. Abrams is doing an HBO series called Glare. This ensures that the first season will be accessible and interest-piquing and the second season will be wild and out there and fascinating and the third season will either be utter chaos (hey, munchmunster likes chaos) or won’t exist, giving us all more time to kvetch about more important things.
  • Marco Polo has been cancelled by Netflix!
  • The best news yet. Season three of Rick and Morty will definitely be out and about in 2017, as reported at an Adult Swim development meeting broadcast on Facebook Live. What makes this bit of not-so top secret intel so meaningful to yer insubordinate servant here is that I got it from an article at Christian Times. If Christian Times is digging Rick and Morty, maybe the good ole U.S. isn’t doing so bad after all. (Unless it means that Rick and Morty has made an abrupt about-face in tone and storylines…No! It can’t be! Forget I said that, ye gods of reality story-making. Forget it, I say!

That’s it for now, gentile gentle readers. I’m off now to gird for war. In keeping with my new awareness that the current cultural/political situation in my adopted homeland needs fixing – and soon – yer insolently insubordinate servant is taking some time off from this column and all other TVWriter™ duties to join the Resisters and fight for Truth, Justice, and the Gen-u-Wine American Way.

How will I do it? I dunno yet. Maybe start a blog?

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munchman sees ‘The Mick’

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…and yer friendly neighborhood munchlinio lurves it!


  • Kaitlin Olson
  • The outrageous depravity of Kaitlin Olson’s character, Mickey, AKA The Mick
  • The writing that gives Kailin Olson so much to work with while inhabiting Mickey, AKA The Mick
  • The writing that actually makes each episode of this series (okay, yeppers, I’ve only seen two, but I’m definitely coming back for more) not just Kaitlin Olson AKA Mickey AKA The Mick being funny but also makes each ep about something, in that way that old folks are always saying TV used to be (Was BONANZA ever “about” something? Really?)


  • Kaitlin Olson’s character, Mickey, AKA The Mick isn’t exactly somebody we haven’t seen before. It is, in fact, very, very, very much like the character she plays on a little show called Always Sunny in Philadelphia (but who the hell cares? The more KO AKA M AKA TM the better, dammit!)


Watch this show. Make your friends watch it. Make your family – you know, those phoney baloneys who always say they’re “disappointed” in what you and your generation create and enjoy – watch ittoo. Maybe they’ll learn something. Even if they don’t, maybe their eyeballs will get The Mick renewed. Again and again and again.

munchman: Better Days are Coming?

munchman’s TV Musings #11
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I was shocked – shocked, I say! – to look over TVWriter™’s Google Analytics this past weekend and discover that munchman’s TV Musings is far and away the least popular of all regular features on this site. Not just for this new year, oh no, but for all time. Even if you include my old Love & Money column, which held the title up till now.

So thank you, friends and neighbors, mates and exes, for you continued lack of support. I promise to continue bugging the shit out of you for many days, weeks, months, possibly even years to come!

Which brings us to:

  • Life in our oh-so Phil-Dickian Universe of black comedy and ennui (and who’d a-thunk those two concepts could co-exist so well?) continues to bring a simultaneously disgusted and bored smile to Yer Friendly Neighborhood Ubermuncher’s face. Case in point: Recent news that the Coen Brothers are going to write and direct their first TV series. It’s called The Ballad of Busty Scruggs, and guess what, ya illiterate bastids? Sucker that I am for anything that’s the ballad (or even ballade) of anything, I’m intrigued as hell and looking forward to what they end up giving us. Welcome to the Binge Watching Brigade, balladeers!
  • OTOH, recent news that Constantine, a successful comic book about a very successful and un-Doc Strange or even Harry Potter type wizard that has failed in all previous attempts to bring it to both film and TV is coming back as an animated series reaffirms my suspicion that my eternal depression is justified. Don’t get the munchadingus wrong. I lurve the comic book incarnation of everybody’s favorite bi-sexual magicker and would love to see it on my laptop, but this time around it’s appearing on the farm team’s farm team. By which I mean on the CWSeed website, which is where the morons-who-consider-themselves-ultrahip-geniuses show stuff that even they understand isn’t good enough for their grossly inadequate attempt at being a television network, the CW itself. I’m thinking, “Yikes!” and worrying that I’m being too optimistic.
  • Speaking of comics, BleedingCool has a list of the top selling comic books of 2016 that probably would tell me a lot if I bothered to analyze – that means think, if any Trumperfuckers are reading this – it. Turns out the numero uno seller of last year was Big Trouble in Little China/Escape from New York #1 by Greg Pak and Daniel Bayliss, which beat not only Marvel’s Civil War #1 but D.C.’s first issue of Harley Quinn. A non-tentpole winner, guys ‘n’ gals! A property with no toys, no games, no recent successful film or TV series! Maybe there’s some hope in this world after all, yeah?
  • While we’re on the subject of hope, I noticed that Wil Wheaton – yeppers, that Wil Wheaton – last week posted a short, uh, post on his website about a subject that should be near and dear to our hearts. It’s called “Three books that helped make me a better writer,” and I’d say it’s a must-read except…sorry, Wil, I love you as a mid-range almost-threatening mildly-irritating evil boss in most if not all of your recent TV play acting, but this writing thing? Better writer than what? Any other almost famous in another area beginner? Keep hoping, pal. Dreams can come true!
  • Ooh, Drew Barrymore is coming to the TV series meatmarket next month with a series called Santa Clarita Diet on Netflix. Methinks that’s cooler than shit but what’s this thing where she’s playing the MOM of the lead character? No way is she old enough for that. No way can I, Ms B’s absolutely biggest fan who thought she was fantastic in Guncrazy no matter what anybody sez, be that old either. Curse you, Phil Dick! Get yer universe outta here and go!
  • I’m gonna go now too, but first one last cooler than shit bit of showbiz newz. For reasons that my former significant other could never understand and to be honest I’m not so sure I do either, I’ve become a fan of a tumblr blog called Left,Write, LeftAnd as that selfsame ex can attest, when I’m a fan I’m as fanatic as they come. So not only am I recommending the blog, I’m also here to officially congratulate its writer, Adi Blotman (whose name, come to think of it, may be as real/unreal as munchman itself is or is not) for having what it takes to write a full length pilot script of some sort or other, as opposed to just thinking about it in bed at night and falling sleep while trying to decide what color hair the protagonist has. And, further, for entering it in the 2017 Launch Pad Pilot Competition. Hey, Adi, have you thought about entering this in the next PEOPLE’S PILOT as well? I know the head guy over there pretty well, and…

Oops, I’m outta time and space for this week. (My ex sez I’m always outta time and space, but what the hell, I kinda like the dimension I’m in. Tune in next time to hear me quietly rage about Love, Money & The Industry…and the goddamn Philip K. Dick multiverse we’re fucking stuck in!

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Munchman sees ‘One Day at a Time’

by Munchman

This mini review will be short – like the show, which is a half-hour Netflix presentation that reboots Norman Lear’s late ’70s-early ’80s sitcom, One Day at a Time – and probably sweeter than the crappy pilot I just watched.

Oh, damn, I gave it away. Shit.

Did I just say “shit?” Crap, I gave it away again.

I know, I’m running out of short time. Here’s the gist of my feelings:

ODAAT is getting great reviews. I certainly don’t see why. It’s a total throwback to old-time TV, including horrifically insulting stereotypes of Cubanos, the straight-line, straight-line, punchline joke delivery pattern, overacting that could only be justified if this was recorded at the Rose Bowl, idiotic solving of idiotic problems in an idiotically short time-frame, and a laugh track that only The Joker could abide.

Critics keep saying how amazing it is that Lear, who has been actively involved in this production, which was written and developed by Gloria Calderon Kellett and Mike Royce, can be so smart, hip, and aware at the age of 94. I have news for them. If they really believe that, then they don’t know a damn thing about intelligence, awareness, and (yeppers, I’m going for the gold now) what’s in, what’s out, what’s right, and what’s wrong about contemporary culture.

What a &%#! waste for everyone involved, especially the very talented Justina Machado and the still wonderful Rita Moreno, who should fire their agents ASAP for even showing them the script.



Munchman: So this is 2017…?

munchman’s TV Musings #10
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Happy start of 2017, m’luvs. Hope your year is going better than yer friendly neighborhood munchman’s. Yeppers, less than two weeks in and I’m already feeling dazed and confuzed like I got nuthin’ to luze.

What’s that? What I just said sounds like a political position of the unhealthiest kind? Nope, my state of mind has nada to do with the state of the U.S. union, kids. It’s the state of the Industry – yeppers, our sweet, innocent lil ole Entertainment Biz that has me so discombobulated.

See, we started this cool “TVWriter™ Writing & Showbiz News Feed” last week, and the more I go to it (the thing updates every couple of hours so I look at it a lot), the more bewildered I get. To put it another way:

  1. The current TV critical darling, about which news sources keep spewing (as in vomiting) out articles, is a series called This is Us, created and run by Bekah Brunstetter. The show demonstrates that Ms. Brunstetter is a My-T-Fine writer indeed. But she’s also a writer who works very hard to mislead her audience and turn what would have been a fascinating almost-really-real viewing experience about and for adults into an adolescent wheels-within-wheels puzzle for gamers whose attention spans have atrophied like my neutered dog’s ball sack. As my least-favorite-person-who-I-don’t-know would tweet: “So sad.”
  2. According to The Hollywood Reporter, “455 original series aired in 2016” including those on Netflix, Amazon, Hulu, et al but not including the tons of web series that have appeared as well, a remarkably high percentage of which this munchlehead believes have been outstanding. We need a new definition of “TV,” people! One that accounts for everything electronically available to our millennial – and pre and post M as well – selves!
  3. And we also need to stop complaining about how there’s too much TV (whatever that is; see above) and how the market is going to self-destruct from over-abundance. Seriously, amigos, can there ever be too much art? Yeah, I called it “art.” Color me crazy, what the hell.
  4. Have you seen BBC’s The Real Housewives of Isis? Tasteless as a motherfucker, sure, and probably something most folks would throw in the trash and stomp on because attacking satire is always easier than trying to come to grips with the Real Evils of the World. But why all the fuss about one mediocre sketch? Does it really make sense to demand that “heads will roll?” over a joke in which, let’s face it, no actual heads actually rolled? Alas, poor fiction, I knew it well.
  5. The Disney Channel, which foolishly developed a sequel to the classic series Boy Meets World has now cancelled Girl Meets World because it didn’t get the ratings the network wanted. A show-ful of talented and hardworking cast, crew, and office staff workers is now out on its ass while the idiots who got the ball rolling close their eyes and continue walking on – in circles – just as before.
  6.  Speaking of idiot ideas intended to attract viewer eyeballs, Netflix has picked up a South Korean series called Love Alarm. It’s an animated series about a love app, of course, and in xenophobic America love and foreigners don’t seem to me to be an ideal match. Maybe Netflix thinks the show will do well in China maybe? You remember China, right? A country that hates foreigners even more than, oh, what’s that orange-faced moron’s name?
  7. Chicago P.D. is repopulating its cast for the coming season. Basically, the show is jettisoning (melikes the way that word fails to roll off the tongue…try and say it fast: “Jett-is-on-ing”) its most popular cast members for supposedly creative reasons. Would that be “creative” as in “creative differences?” I.e., as in frustratingly higher and higher actor salary demands causing Dick Wolf to once again go to the wall to prove that it’s the scripts audiences tune in for and not the stars? Yeppers, munchiloons knows that strategy worked on Law & Order, but maybe this time around the writers will realize how much they’re getting screwed with paychecks way lower than the hundreds of G’s a week the leading faces on TV get and start some frustrating negotiations of their own? In fact, aren’t WGA negotiations coming up fairly (or unfairly) soon?

Oops, we’re outta space for this week. Tune in next time when yer smilin’ muncheroo will talk about the things he likes, Industrywise, so far this year. There’s gotta be something positive out there, in the Land of Love and Moneyh, right, peeps?

Munchman: Love This Post or I’ll Shoot My Dog

Munchman’s TV Musings #9
by Munchman

Well, m’luvs, it’s that time of year again. You know, the time when TVWriter™ visitors start writing nasty emails to their fave site (um, that’d be this one in case you forgot) about their un-fave writer – moi.

Yeppers, it’s taken 8 weeks, but we’re back to where we were a coupla years ago when Yer Friendly Neighborhood Munchman did that “Love and Money” column about new TV series in development and hordes of interweb critics complained about my “attitude.” That last time around I was young and full of spunk and – truth! – was one of the stars of a hit TV show under my supposedly real name (actually an agent-assisted stage name (but that’s another story) so I didn’t care what anybody thought about anything and pressed on until I was simply too busy.

Now, though, I’m unemployed, my latest true love has left me, my agent only calls to yell at me to stop calling her, and all I have is this teeny spot on the interweb to use as a way of keeping my dreams of life and professional success alive, so munchamaniac clearly has to not simply respond to the criticism but bow down before it.

Which means it’s time for this week’s list of recent TV biz happenings that I’m musing about…but without the musings in the hope that your lurve for me will be rekindled and I’ll be able to hang onto this underpaid and even more under-privileged gig until my next ship finally comes in and takes me to join King Arthur and the other saviours of empire on the isle of Avalon.

Here ya go (ya bastards!):

  1. Hot off the presses come the highly upsetting if not downright disgusting news that Jimmy Kimmel, the absolutely least like Oscar show host has in fact been announced as that very thing by ABC, which seems not to mind that Kimmel has never in his short, dull life had anything whatsoever to do with a successful or highly regarded film. Or, methinks, any film at all. Oh well, at least he isn’t Jimmy Fallon (who’s going to do the not-so-Golden Globes. Damn!).
  2. Speaking of saviours, Netflix, long regarded by many, including meself, as the potential Great and Welcome Redeemer of All That is Wise, Witty, and Wonderful about electronic entertainment, has announced that it in addition to the praiseworthy fact that it has 30 new scripted shows in development it will also be releasing 20 new unscripted series in the coming year. That’s unscripted as in “crap TV,” boyz and girlz. Or, to put it another way, instead of continuing to realize its potential as an intellectual and relevant entertainment oasis, Netflix is hedging its bets by going completely batshit regressive, and there’s nothing any of us can do to stop them except, of  course, refuse to watch shows like Ultimate Beastmaster, whatever the effing eff that is.
  3. Here’s one muncharello can’t wait to tell yez about: Lifetime, the absolutely dullest pseudo network on TV, except maybe for House & Garden, has announced a new showrunner for season three of its hit series (as in it’s one the critics haven’t slaughtered) UnReal. And that new showrunner is – drumroll – Stacy Rukeyser, who has been an executive producer of the show for a year already, and since she’s younger and energetic enough to tweet a bit now and then has probably been secretly doing the showrunner’s job anyway for several months now. So all us fans will never even notice the diff! If that ain’t one of the glories of Hollywood production, I don’t know what is!
  4. Now that we’re talking about the good side of life I’m happy to report that the U.K.’s Northern Writers’ Awards competition, sponsored by New Writing North is walking the “helping new writers” walk that so many U.S. orgz are just talking. The contest, which is oopen to new writers of fiction, non-fiction, children’s, Young Adult and even graphic novels, plus sholrt stories and poetry, offers £40,000 worth of prizes and is open till February 2nd of the coming year. Not a huge amount, but not exactly the proverbial chopped liver either…and the judges promise not to give any entrant any notes! More info on this route to a genuinely literary future is HERE.
  5. Last but not least, the munchamatic one wants to recommend a website to loyal genre TV, film, gaming, and even – gulp – book and short story fans everywhere. It’s called AllTimelines.Com and has lists and lists putting all episodes, books, stories, whatever of just about every established franchise known to the human race into timelines making it possible for fans who don’t know how to do their own research (ah! the joy of learnin’!) to experience all their faves in the right order. Cuz the Almighty forbid seeing Series 18 of, say, DOCTOR WHO before Series 3, right? These folks clearly have worked their ganootchkies off, and I’m as impressed as can be and so desperate for your approval and love that I recommend without reservation that ya getcherselves over to THIS SITE ASAP.  Don’t bother telling them who sent you. They never heard of me anyway.

That’s it for this week. The facts and nothing but the facts, unvarnished by the usual, and mucho unloved Muncher stain. Did it work for yez, huh? (Whaddaya mean, I editorialized? Did not, did not did not! At least not by munchical standards.) Seeya soonish with more musings about Love, Money, and the dirty job of writing for TV!