Like a particularly stubborn strain of kudzu, Weeds is one of those shows that seemed as if it would never go away. I bailed nearly two seasons ago, when it had drifted so far away from the subversive suburban satire of its original premise that I couldn't tell — or care — where it was heading. Weeds was a very significant show in rebranding Showtime as a serious competitor to HBO, but whatever they've been smoking lately, the fun was no longer contagious...
Showtime's stoner dramedy Weeds will return for its eighth season on Sunday, July 1 at 10/9c, the network announced Wednesday. The second season of Episodes, starring Matt LeBlanc, will premiere at 10:30/9:30c following Weeds.
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It's difficult to believe that the creators of Showtime's Episodes are not holding a grudge against network TV.
Their last series, the CBS sitcom The Class, was axed after one short season, and their follow-up comedy (for cable, natch) is nothing if not an indictment of how the worst broadcast shows get made, sometimes in spite of a great idea. Just take a gander at Episodes' fictional network honcho, a crass and careless tyrant who transforms an urbane British hit about the headmaster of an elite boys school into a broad comedy for American audiences starring Matt LeBlanc.
Only a week into the new year, and already the volume of new TV is overwhelming. Case in point: this Sunday's logjam of new titles on network and cable, ranging from the truly sublime to the hopelessly ridiculous and instantly forgettable. Here's a rundown from best to worst.
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CSI: NY (Friday, 9/8c, CBS)
Ever since JAG signed off nearly six years ago, one of the most frequent topics in my mailbag is the hope that David James Elliott (last seen in ABC's short-lived Scoundrels last summer) will find his way back to CBS. For at least one week, his fans get their wish, as Elliott guests as the FBI agent ex-husband of Sela Ward's Jo. (Do we sense a triangle brewing?) In the case of the week, a guy dressed as a clown shoots a bakery owner, and the investigation reveals a skeleton in Det. Flack's past. (Presumably not wearing floppy shoes.)