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Jerry Supiran, child star of the infamous late eighties sitcom, Small Wonder, is broke and homeless.  He played Jamie, the unfathomably annoying son in the home of the family that kept a robot with the form of a little girl in a maid’s uniform as a domestic slave.  I consider him within the bottom five worst child actors in television history.  He is a contender for #1.

I announced this misfortune to my family, who, predictably, almost all  understood the news that I was recounting.  My sister-in-law snapped, “Good!” – with her voice inflecting an unmistakable “Serves him right!” pitiless judgment.  It’s as though his absolutely horrendous performance on the 1980s syndicated sitcom had finally been accounted for and the child actor whose shouting, whiny delivery of inexcusably awful jokes was now paying the Read the rest of this entry »

Also in the running: all the places name-checked by the Beach Boys in their horrible 1988 song Kokomo.

In the stupendous fourth season finale of Parks & Rec, April panics after she believes she has accidentally mass-deleted documents in the office, and after making an emergency phone call to Andy (who arrives and says something like, “First of all, you did the right thing by hiding under this table”), the two of them brainstorm lists of places where they could begin life as fugitives to escape the consequences of the deletions: worst in April’s mind is a long lecture from Leslie Knope about Read the rest of this entry »

Why am I so irritated with the fourth season of the series Damages, the legal drama starring a Rasputinesque, Machiavellian Glenn Close as ruthless attorney Patty Hewes, and a lovely, doe-eyed, not-as-guileless-as-she looks Rose Byrne, on whom I Read the rest of this entry »

I was recently asked by Mr. Lousy if Dollhouse was worth watching.  Mr. Lousy has seen all the other Joss Whedon series from Buffy to Angel to Firefly, and, like me, was a latecomer to all of them.  (We both overshot Buffy by more than a decade.)  I am going to recommend that Mr. Lousy arrive late to the table once again, bearing in mind that I might not steer others in the same direction, for Dollhouse is the most sci-fi of all the Whedon shows (no – I am not forgetting Firefly) and the most difficult Read the rest of this entry »