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Maybe someday we'll look back on 2003 as an annus horribilis for television. The year that reality shows spawned like tribbles and the president of NBC publicly admitted that his fall shows "sucked." The year that Monica Lewinsky became a TV host, CBS bowed to right-wing pressure and canceled The Reagans, reporters got embedded, and Buffy was laid to rest. Maybe we'll remember this year as a dud, but more likely we won't recall much at all, since TV hardly ever leaves lasting scars. It asks nothing more of the viewers than that we sit and let it wash over us. Yet over the last yearmy first as the Voice's television criticI've been startled by people's compulsive desire to talk to me about the tube, to find something good out there. (Hence the rise of TiVo, which theoretically finds the good stuff without sullying you with schedules or commercials.) Even the most avowed TV hater can't resist asking: "What should I watch? What did I miss?" What follows is my ledger of televisual bliss and boredom for 2003.
The Comedy of Cringe: Although most of this year's reality shows relied on ritual humiliation (Are You Hot?, American Idol, etc), it took a couple of comic geniuses to really make me wince. In the third season of Curb Your Enthusiasm (which I caught in its rerun afterlife on HBO), Larry David honed his misanthropic impulses into the most excruciatingly funny half-hour on TV. And then BBC America's U.K. import The Officepushed the mockumentary-style humor even further, presenting a workplace supercharged with cruelty, thwarted longing, and tedium, presided over by one of the most self-deluding, inane bosses ever to invade prime time.
The O.C.: It came out of the gate looking like pure summer trash: a vacuous teen show crammed with rich kids basking in the California rays. And yet somehow Fox's The O.C.transcended its superficial trappings with a seductive blend of winsome beauty, fine acting, and speedy dialogue that nearly rivals The Gilmore Girls, that other sweet-hearted teen series with serious brainiac adult appeal.
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Arrested Development: The only good sitcom to emerge from that vast, arid wasteland otherwise known as the 2003 fall season, Fox's Arrested Development boasts fizzy scripts, a cartoony sensibility, and a sharp cast led by the surprisingly endearing Jason Bateman as the only rational member of the wealthy Bluth clan.
The Joe Schmo Show: Bravo's ethically dubious meta-reality series put a real guy named Matt in the center of a ludicrously fake show called The Lap of Luxuryhis fellow "contestants" all actors improvising around scenarios scripted by a crew of screenwriters. (Each episode's hilarious voting-off ceremony ended with the phrase: "You are dead to me now.") Somehow Matt's gentle manners, good sportsmanship, and genuine emotional involvement with his fraudulent co-stars saved him from embarrassment, instead making a mockery of the reality genre.
The Wire: Forget casual viewingThe Wire requires perseverance to penetrate its labyrinth of story lines. This HBO cop show follows an ensemble cast through one nuanced criminal case at a time, imbuing its gritty characters with a complexity and intensity that feel almost too novelistic for TV.
The Daily Show: Jon Stewart and his merry men continue to nail the news while making it all as enjoyable as a goof. They became must-see TV this year when they impishly ragged on Dubya's Iraq policy and the Halliburton scams while the "straight" nightly news media patriotically skirted the issues.
Angels in America: It's hard to remember the last time television produced anything this ambitious, not to mention ravishing. I approached it with a skeptic's eye, since I'd become attached to my memory of the stage version, and besides, adaptations rarely make it to the screen with poetry intact. But I quickly swooned before Kushner's rapturous language and sweeping intelligence, which gather into a powerful remembrance of times past as well as an enduring snapshot of the American psyche.
Six Feet Under: Although it lagged in the second half of last season, this series still hit just the right balance of soapy melodrama and genuine pathos, complemented by moody visuals and juicy female roles.
Dope Chic: Newlyweds' Jessica Simpson makes dumb blondes fair game again.