Masterpiece Mystery!: Sherlock
Sundays, 10pm., WHYY
Captive audience: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle diehards; Anglophiles; people who don’t think Elementary is cutting it—even though Lucy Liu is fine as hell on it.
Moment of truth: Benedict Cumberbatch can currently be seen in every damn movie that’s in theaters now. But a lot of people—okay, a lot of women—are psyched he’s returning to play Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s know-it-all super-detective in BBC’s juiced-up, screwball, contemporary version of the Sherlock Holmes mysteries, returning on PBS. Although he jumped off a building, supposedly to his death, at the end of the third season, Holmes comes back to life, getting back in the groove of being the charming, dickhead crimefighter everyone–meaning gals–can’t take their eyes off of.
Emmy or phlegmmy: Emmy.
Sundays, 10pm, HBO
Captive audience: See title.
Moment of truth: God help me, I take too much joy in watching Lena Dunham act like a conceited brat on television. The utterly uninhibited girl wonder returns for a third season of her obnoxiously funny sitcom, which has her and equally self-centered gal pals once again whining and dining all over New York. I like to think Dunham is a hipster-hater at heart, and the show gives her the chance to mock the douchey, self-involved youth of today. If that is the case, than she deserves all the accolades she gets. And as long as she keeps doing that, she can spend the whole season naked, for all I care.
Emmy or phlegmmy: Emmy.
Crazy Hearts: Nashville
Thursdays, 10pm, A&E (Season premiere airs Wednesday, 11pm)
Captive audience: Country-music listeners; reality-show fans; people who don’t think Nashville is cutting it—even though Connie Britton is fine as hell on it.
Moment of truth: Considering how much success they’ve gotten with Duck Dynasty, the Arts & Entertainment Network continues to exploit the South with this new, unscripted (Yeah, right!) series. Piggybacking off the popularity of ABC’s Nashville, this docu-soap has aspiring, attractive, hard-drinking musicians hooking up and breaking up in Music City. Since I have several friends in Nashville, I can’t wait to hear what they have to say about this waste, which is basically The Hills with a country soundtrack. Besides, why watch this dull mess when Nashville still does a better job at drumming up drama?
Emmy or phlegmmy: Phlegmmy.
In Memoriam: David Brenner