My teen watched 90210 last night.
I never watched the original. It just wasn’t my thing. And now she’s hooked on the show. She DVR’d it and had a mini marathon last night while I worked on a pair of slippers that I wound up ripping out this morning.
What a badly scripted, poorly acted, yawn-a-rama.
Eli Stone was more of the same, Eli had some visions, although sadly, there was no elaborate dancing or singing. Much better than last week when Katie Holmes screeched through some song that had me rushing for the remote.
Of course, the 101 showing of the day of Spongebob was on.
The Mister watched Hitman. Thankfully, I fell asleep. The hitman looked like Mister Clean in a suit, and from what I gathered of the plot, he was trying to save a prostitute. I didn’t get it.
Tonight promises more for me to comment on, YEAH!