'Sarah Connor Chronicles' Producer Reveals Bitter End
Wow, io9 points us to this blog post by Josh Friedman, the now-former executive producer of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, about the bitter end of his show. "It was Open Season on the Sarah Connor Suite as My Room of Ones Own soon became the Potential Room of Any Jackass Pilot Producer who Thought His Show was getting Picked Up. And believe me, there's a lot of those assholes. Poking their heads in, hopped up on good test scores in the key demos, power-drunk and showing off their spanking new laminated Warner Bros. ID card hanging off a lanyard like a slutty USC freshman and her Spring Weekend mug." Oh, you really want to read this.
Welcome to TV Josh. Consider it payback for that piece of shit "The Black Dahlia."
That's at least two and a half episodes of a smash hit comedy midsummer replacement series about a wacky fish-out-of-water Hollywood producer getting fired.
Which is optimal, since the show will be cancelled during the first break on the second show, for its failure to include fart jokes as setup payoffs.
At least there was a suite!
This reminds me of an Albert Brooks movie where the writer is left a "walk-on" at the studio to see Spielberg: Stan Spielberg.
More likely than not, his fate was sealed not by his own show, but by Terminator: Salvation. I'm pretty sure the Fox suits got an early view of that steaming pile of crap, realized it wasn't going to help their cause, and decided to go with Dollhouse (even though Dollhouse had worse ratings and sucks).
If they REALLY anted to save this show, they would have given Megan Fox a guest spot and had Brian Austin Green beat her to within an inch of her life (on camera, for once).
Why are all TV writers fat?