Reasons why I've always preferred American TV to the British variety, #495: Crossovers. Over here a rare breed, but over there comparatively common down the years.
What this is building up to is that Nickelodeon is going to have a crossover betweeen iCarly and Victorious, which makes sense in a variety of ways (they're Nick's two most popular shows, they're both shepherded by Dennis Blunden - er, I mean Dan Schneider... can I help it if I'll never be able to forget seeing the cleanshaven Chris Moyles lookalike back when he was on Head Of The Class? - and even though Miranda Cosgrove and Victoria Justice appeal to basically the same audience, there are still people who prefer one over the other). One problem though: geography can be sorted out (iCarly is set in Seattle, Victorious in Hollywood)... but how are they going to get past the fact that Tori Vega looks exactly, but exactly, like Shelby Marx? And will they take advantage of people enjoying Miranda, Victoria and Jennette McCurdy for... other reasons? (None of them are devoid of talent, but let's face it they ain't ugly.)
This blog is not affiliated in any way with Cindy Crawford. Even if she is its de facto inspiration. It's also not affiliated in any way with Hayden Panettiere, who's earned joint top billing on this blog because she makes me happy. And that ain't easy.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Monday, September 06, 2010
The I Found Another One Post.
"Victor, do you like film music?"
Came right out of the blue at work on Thursday, from David in the laser room (where all the jobs are printed off to be processed and sent out - that's not important right now). Whenever any possible work discussions of one of my few real interests have come about point-missing is usually the name of the game - I still have unfond memories of getting a Kodak-sponsored CD of music from movies and finding it was all songs - but for the next few minutes David and I stood there in the doorway, shooting the you-know-what about his favourites (John Barry, Ennio Morricone), mine (Jerry Goldsmith, James Newton Howard), learning that he's got lots of vinyl but hasn't been getting much new stuff of late, telling him that I got Rachel Portman's autograph, commisserating about likely not being able to attend next month's Concert For Care, and so on.
That kind of talk probably befuddled poor Bianca if she was listening (and as she was right next to us she likely couldn't help it), but encountering people who share this interest offline and in your work environment is never a bad thing. (And he's right, you'd think Disney would have released Toy Story 3 physically - surely there'd be a market for an album to the year's most successful movie...)
Came right out of the blue at work on Thursday, from David in the laser room (where all the jobs are printed off to be processed and sent out - that's not important right now). Whenever any possible work discussions of one of my few real interests have come about point-missing is usually the name of the game - I still have unfond memories of getting a Kodak-sponsored CD of music from movies and finding it was all songs - but for the next few minutes David and I stood there in the doorway, shooting the you-know-what about his favourites (John Barry, Ennio Morricone), mine (Jerry Goldsmith, James Newton Howard), learning that he's got lots of vinyl but hasn't been getting much new stuff of late, telling him that I got Rachel Portman's autograph, commisserating about likely not being able to attend next month's Concert For Care, and so on.
That kind of talk probably befuddled poor Bianca if she was listening (and as she was right next to us she likely couldn't help it), but encountering people who share this interest offline and in your work environment is never a bad thing. (And he's right, you'd think Disney would have released Toy Story 3 physically - surely there'd be a market for an album to the year's most successful movie...)
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