Game of the Week
Hey FNL fans! Remember what I told you about those pregnant storylines getting ready to pop? Well brace yourself - more pops are on the way! When I got the script for this week's episode, "Game of the Week," I found out what my character was going to be up to for the final episodes of the season. I was so shocked that I think I walked around in a daze in during the filming of this episode. You will see that I'm not in it much, so I spent my time walking the streets of Austin and thanking my lucky stars for the storyline that had been placed in my lap. Are you intrigued?
All I can say is stay tuned for the next four episodes because things are about to get very interesting in the McCoy house!
Now about the rest of this week's stories....
Though we do have some nice juicy storylines, I think my favorite is what happens to Tyra and her rodeo-boy. May I just say that if Tyra was waiting for me (anywhere!), I wouldn't be hanging out with the losers that rodeo boy hangs with. 'Nuff said.
Questions to think about: Why does Landry crack me up so much? Why do Riggins and Lyla keep me interested even though they have the most ... well ... standard (if you could even call either of them standard) storyline. They're playing the "star-crossed lovers" and all, so why do they keep me so interested?
Because they're so damn good! Who doesn't love seeing that look on Landry's face when he's figuring something out. Yeah, you know the one.
And the way that Riggins and Lyla look at each other? Magic. Though honestly any of these actors - Jesse Plemons, Taylor Kitsch or Minka Kelly - could make anything magic that they put their minds on. They're all great actors.
There was an article in the New York Times recently in which the author mused about who the "future stars" of the entertainment business might be and where one would find them before they became stars. She went on in the article to ask some big names (like George Clooney) where she might find these future stars.
Clooney said ... on the TV set. (We all knew that, right?)
"Where?" she asked.
He repeated - on the TV.
So that brought out a little investigative reporting and guess where she found two of her top five future stars? No really. Guess.
Friday Night Lights. That's right.
Yeah, baby.
And that, my friend, is all she wrote. See you next week.
D.W. Moffett
All I can say is stay tuned for the next four episodes because things are about to get very interesting in the McCoy house!
Now about the rest of this week's stories....
Though we do have some nice juicy storylines, I think my favorite is what happens to Tyra and her rodeo-boy. May I just say that if Tyra was waiting for me (anywhere!), I wouldn't be hanging out with the losers that rodeo boy hangs with. 'Nuff said.
Questions to think about: Why does Landry crack me up so much? Why do Riggins and Lyla keep me interested even though they have the most ... well ... standard (if you could even call either of them standard) storyline. They're playing the "star-crossed lovers" and all, so why do they keep me so interested?
Because they're so damn good! Who doesn't love seeing that look on Landry's face when he's figuring something out. Yeah, you know the one.
And the way that Riggins and Lyla look at each other? Magic. Though honestly any of these actors - Jesse Plemons, Taylor Kitsch or Minka Kelly - could make anything magic that they put their minds on. They're all great actors.
There was an article in the New York Times recently in which the author mused about who the "future stars" of the entertainment business might be and where one would find them before they became stars. She went on in the article to ask some big names (like George Clooney) where she might find these future stars.
Clooney said ... on the TV set. (We all knew that, right?)
"Where?" she asked.
He repeated - on the TV.
So that brought out a little investigative reporting and guess where she found two of her top five future stars? No really. Guess.
Friday Night Lights. That's right.
Yeah, baby.
And that, my friend, is all she wrote. See you next week.
D.W. Moffett