At the end of The Real O'Neals' rainbow, there's a pot of gold full of engrossing issues and problems for its titular family to face - just be ready to wade through some formulaic sitcom fodder to get there.
The newest in the line surrounds an anonymous - and apparently very wealthy - fan of the series who reached out to Caspe and offered to fund an entire Happy Endings feature film.
News surrounding the project now points to Sorkin's search for a leading lady on the film, with rumors stating that he's offered Jessica Chastain the part.
Some of my favorite memories are of lazy afternoons at my grandma's, eating apple slices, yogurt, and waiting for a rerun of Full House to come on that me and my cousins had undoubtedly seen a dozen times before. Although the show dealt in schmaltz as much as trying-too-hard, early '90s wackiness, its drumbeat anthem of pondering over "whatever happened to predictability?" made it easy to fall in love with. And of course, the central clan of group-hug-obsessed Tanners helped too.
The shock value has somewhat worn off the millennial angst fest that is HBO's Girls. Sticking to the show's harsh realism brand, season 5 is a kaleidoscope of errant nudity, awkward sex scenes, and piss-poor decision making with a tagline that states its central foursome are "finally piecing it together." After the four episodes I've seen, I'm not entirely sure that's true - and I'm not entirely sure I want it to be true. The shock value might be gone, and repetition will set in whenever Hannah (Lena Dunham) makes yet another self-destructive, self-pitying, idiotic decision, but as far as well-written and sublimely acted trainwrecks go, Girls still has a place near the top of the pile.
