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May. 3rd, 2008 01:57 pmI'll check my ephemerides when I get home, but I can't begin to imagine what alignment of the stars led to a less-atrocious edition of Go! this morning on CBC.
I admit, when Brent Bambury in the teaser said, "The state has no place in the bedrooms of the nation, but Go! does," I figured it was finally time the Canadian people took out a restraining order on Brent Bambury.
Yet the writing was okay, today, and he came across as something other than a frat boy. There was even something there I feel deserved to be called a joke: "The third anniversary is leather, but you have to wait for the fourth for handcuffs.”
There was also a Country-Western song about Jack Layton and Olivia Chow, so the fact that I didn't wince once during the program probably doesn't mean the show is getting better, but rather that I'm becoming inured to it.
On the other hand, Definitely Not the Opera still sounds like it's being written each week by a gaggle of fifteen-year-olds after their seventh joint.
ETA: Make that the ninth joint. Right now they're asking random strangers "Would you rather have the body of Chuck Norris and the head of Michael Moore, or vice versa?"
I admit, when Brent Bambury in the teaser said, "The state has no place in the bedrooms of the nation, but Go! does," I figured it was finally time the Canadian people took out a restraining order on Brent Bambury.
Yet the writing was okay, today, and he came across as something other than a frat boy. There was even something there I feel deserved to be called a joke: "The third anniversary is leather, but you have to wait for the fourth for handcuffs.”
There was also a Country-Western song about Jack Layton and Olivia Chow, so the fact that I didn't wince once during the program probably doesn't mean the show is getting better, but rather that I'm becoming inured to it.
On the other hand, Definitely Not the Opera still sounds like it's being written each week by a gaggle of fifteen-year-olds after their seventh joint.
ETA: Make that the ninth joint. Right now they're asking random strangers "Would you rather have the body of Chuck Norris and the head of Michael Moore, or vice versa?"