If Dr. Spaceman’s involved, you know it’s going to be a great night.
- 30 Rock: Obviously the wedding itself was fantastic and well-earned and sweet and Liz Lemon is a princess and did you see those sadly realistic Mets fans and their shirts from the 7 Line blog and I loved the little details of Jack giving Criss his approval with a “star card” and Jack kissing Liz on the cheek with a “sorry for your loss” balloon decoration in the background, as if to mock Jack/Liz (Jiz?) shippers, but I think we can all agree that Marriage Bureau lady and Black Dennis were the true highlights. The only thing better than, “I work at the marriage bureau, but I’ll never get married” is the mental image of Dennis Duffy’s black son starting a getaway car and stealing a cop’s gun, ergo not only was “Mazel Tov, Dummies!” a great episode, Affleck’s finally gonna win that Oscar.
- Up All Night: I stopped watching after the lady neighbor and her dorky kid began singing “Summer Nights” from Grease together, a joke that Arrested Development did much better eight years ago in “Afternoon Delight.” Sorry.
- The Office: The Office is not Archer. It’s a fundamentally sweet show about decent, not cruel, people living out their lives in a boring job. One of the reasons why the series has, well, stunk recently is because the writers got away from that premise, which is why I much enjoyed the return-to-form “The Target” (with Chris Gethard!). Sure, Oscar did something awful to Angela, but the reason she’s hurt isn’t (solely) because she’s lost her husband; it’s because she thought Oscar was her friend. Thoughtful characterization abounded in the episode, from Jim hanging with Phyllis and Stanley to golden-era Pam proving to her colleagues that not only can she be defined outside the context of her husband, she, too, can fart on a butterfly, so to speak. All while that asshole Andy wasn’t around. To quote the AV Club, “Is ‘sailing away with Josh Groban’ the new ‘dying on the way back to the home planet’?” Yes.
- Parks and Recreation: Were this any other week, balloon Ben and Leslie would have been the banner image. Or maybe April as Judy Hitler, which I found much more erotic than I should have. Or maybe the drool bucket-inspired park mockup designed by those Eagleton bastards. Eh, screw it, let’s just listen to Jazz+Jazz=Jazz, brought to you by Homer Simpson, for the rest of the day. (One more thing: SNL alum Brad Hall should be in more things. I get that he wants to spend as much time as possible with his wife, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, because who wouldn’t, but he’s been in next to nothing 2000. Can he have all of David Spade’s roles, please?)
Now break out your cobs of corn, things are gonna get sexy. WITH GIFS.