Dancing with the Stars
9 pm/ET ABC
It's double trouble as two contestants get booted in tonight's double elimination, based on their performances with last night's Argentine tango or Lindy Hop. Could Holly Madison's number be up? Or has Steve-O's back injury gotten the best of him? Then there's Steve Wozniak, who got a 10 from the judges last week — not a perfect 10, but a combined total of 10. As for music guests, Boyz II Men stop by to perform a medley of Motown tunes, and Kevin Rudolf sings "Let It Rock."
Read on for previews of Cupid, American Idol, Frontline and Osbournes: Reloaded.
Real Housewives: New York
10 pm/ET TNT
The catchy caper show's inaugural season begins winding down with the first of a two-part finale. (Part 2 airs next week.) Tonight's mission impossible turns intensely personal for team leader Nate Ford. Our modern-day Robin Hoods close in on one Ian Blackpoole (Kevin Tighe), the big-business miscreant who denied medical treatment for Nate's son, leaving the boy to die. The crack crew schemes to steal the greedy CEO's Michelangelo maquette, but their plan is jeopardized when Nate's ex-coworker (Mark A. Sheppard) makes an unforeseen appearance. The episode was directed by Dean Devlin, producer of the films Independence Day and Godzilla.
Read on for previews of Real Housewives of New York City, Frontline, The Mentalist and Dogg After Dark.
Michael Chicklis, THe Shield
10 pm/ET FX
Well, Vic is officially an ex-cop now. Let's see whether his badge-free status will help or hinder his hunt for the Vendrells.
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Katie Holmes and Jonny Lee Miller
My two recommendations for this Tuesday couldn't be more different: an engrossing biographical portrait of the two presidential candidates on PBS's peerless Frontline newsmagazine; and for those seeking a bit more whimsy in their diet — and these days, who could blame them? — the return of one of TV's most charming sleepers, ABC's fabulously fanciful Eli Stone.
Get more on both of these shows after the jump.
Question: I just wanted to say thanks for the flag on Bush's War — if I hadn't seen the piece, I would've missed it. In addition to being a horrifying look at just what led to this morass, it also provided an understandable and compelling explanation of how the administration manipulated the law (because this isn't an excuse to rant about the war, really). Giving information that was new to someone who has been following this as closely as a person without a security clearance can, the program also showed what a powerful medium TV can be — that there is a place for thoughtful, insightful analysis outside the madness that is the 24-hour news business. This was as good as any number of Oscar-nominated documentaries, and given the flexibility of the medium — the ability to show serialized pieces, rather than holding people in a theatre for four hours — it was able to delve more deeply into issues that might otherwise have been glossed over or dropped. While this may not have the same ...
Consider this a DVR/TiVo/VCR/whatever alert for those distracted by tonights Britney sitcom appearance, the return of CSI: Miami or the latest round of Dancing With the Stars. For the next two nights, PBSs greatest asset, the trenchant and enterprising news magazine Frontline, devotes 4 ½ hours to telling the stories behind the current Iraq conflict in sobering, gripping detail.Bushs War is lucid, engrossing, infuriating, timed to coincide with the fifth anniversary of the conflict and arriving on the heels of another grim day of terrible violence in the region (with sad irony, on Easter Sunday)also the day when the U.S. death toll reached 4,000. This is the sort of program network-news divisions ought to be devoting their resources to. Which is why we should be so thankful to Frontline for being there all along the way.Building a narrative from an archive of more than 40 Frontline reports (with updated interviews) dating back to the 9/11 attacks through...
Is there a more fearless actor than Bryan Cranston? We know him best as a comedian, going to extremes to appear ridiculous as Malcolm in the Middle's harried Hal. But that nutty dad had it easy compared to Walt White, the milquetoast-turned-maker of crystal meth played by Cranston in AMC's bold, bizarre Breaking Bad. This show is Weeds with a death wish.
"I am awake," Walt declares, not long after a diagnosis of inoperable lung cancer turns this sad-sack chemistry teacher into a criminal collaborator. He uses his mad lab skills to cook up meth in an RV, the better to provide for his family (including a pregnant wife and a teenaged son with cerebral palsy) when he's gone.
Cranston exposes himself fully, and brilliantly, in this demanding role, and not just because he spends an awful lot of time in his tighty-whities in order to protect his clothes from toxic meth fumes. (Boxers would have been less funny, and also less sad.) He mood-swings from humiliati
South of Nowhere's Ashley and Spencer
Michael Davis and Mark Nollinger, two dads who write and edit the family page for TV Guide, got to talking recently about the state of teen TV, the importation of Canadian angst, bikini shows and snow parkas.
Michael Davis: What do you think is the best show for teens on TV? My favorite, Everwood, got killed when WB merged with UPN to form CW. So CW is dead to me, even though it hasn't signed on yet.
Mark Nollinger: Yeah, it's too bad about Everwood. I think Smallville and Veronica Mars are pretty cool, too. But speaking as a parent, my favorite show — for older teens, anyway — isn't aimed at teens at all:
Guilty pleasures are those things that make you feel guilt and shame, and yet you can't stop yourself from indulging. But here's my problem: I don't have any pleasures that aren't guilty. I'd like to say I never miss a Frontline, or that I watch NewsHour with Jim Lehrer every single night, but the truth is I never miss Being Bobby Brown.
My guiltiest pleasure is probably Oprah, because she's gotten so high and mighty and has lost touch with regular people. You don't have to feel guilty on days when there's some wonderful woman on who's built a clinic in Africa and she's saving lives. But when Oprah's telling
When Rescue Me's rookie firefighter (caught reading The Tao of Pooh) is told "a firehouse is no place for sensitive souls," it's hard to argue.
The sentiment just as easily applies to Rescue Me itself (Tuesdays at 10 pm/ET), and to FX dramas in general. This is extreme TV — raw and brutally naked in its adult emotions, language, humor, sexuality and violent rage. It's also magnificently entertaining, if you have the spine for it.
The third season of firehouse drama Rescue Me upholds FX's bold tradition of living on the edge, juggling dark tragedy and raunchy comedy without seeming sentimental or exploitative.
Much credit goes to star and cocreator Denis Leary as Tommy Gavin, a self-destructive train wreck of an antihero. How much more will he be asked to suffer? Last season he lost his only son in a hit-and-run, and his uncle is in jail