Prime Time
Briefly, then, the long suffering columnist has finally acquired the necessary subscription television facilities (there's still no cable in Detroit—what with so much money at stake it takes a while to work out the intricate details of the various payoffs, kickbacks, etc., just kidding), which means that he'll never feel compelled to watch commercial prime time TV again, ever, period.
Prime Time
Face-Sucking Bloat Worms
Richard G. Walls
Briefly, then, the long suffering columnist has finally acquired the necessary subscription television facilities (there's still no cable in Detroit—what with so much money at stake it takes a while to work out the intricate details of the various payoffs, kickbacks, etc., just kidding), which means that he'll never feel compelled to watch commercial prime time TV again, ever, period. Meanwhile, he does feel compelled to write about something and so, 12 quick reviews, a sampling of the movies currently playing the cable/subsubscription circuit. The rating system is the standard one thru four, the assessments, the usual neurotic gobbledygook (D. designates director, where known—it's not like I sat in front of the TV taking notes, y'know).