From Eric Volmers of the Calgary Herald:
Calgary special-effects artists provide some practical magic for Wynonna Earp
Leo Wieser has a succinct way of describing what he and co-worker Alyssa Moor contributed to the new series, Wynonna Earp. “Anything that fell down, blew up or did anything strange.†Continue reading.
From Sarah Larson of the New Yorker:
Without a Paddle
On a recent Monday afternoon, Eugene Levy and Catherine O’Hara were in town, taping an episode of the “Tonight Show†at NBC. Before talking about “Schitt’s Creek,†the Canadian sitcom on which they co-star, now in its second season, they played Pictionary with Jimmy Fallon and Shailene Woodley. Fallon drew a cat and a tongue. Levy said, “Cat, tongue. Cat, tongue.†His thick black eyebrows flew up. “Hold your tongue!†he said. A buzzer sounded, and Fallon hurled a pillow from the couch. “Another ten minutes and I would’ve had it,†Levy said. Continue reading.
From John Doyle of The Globe & Mail:
Orphan Black finally has its mojo back. Maybe.
It’s not just fans of the series who were disappointed by the second and third seasons. The show began to sag in terms of prestige and attention. Although Tatiana Maslany finally got some formal recognition for her extraordinary work playing multiple characters, the series itself was revealed to be a lot of vapid rambling and dreary story mythology. Continue reading.
The Book of Negroes, a co-production between CBC and BET in the United States, has been named one of 60 finalists for the Peabody Awards.
Based on Canadian Lawrence Hill’s novel about Aminata Diallo, a woman abducted from West Africa to become a slave in American Revolution-era South Carolina, the miniseries was written by Hill and Clement Virgo and aired to high ratings last year on the public broadcaster.
Next week the 60 finalists will be narrowed down to “The Peabody 30,” to be honored at the 75th anniversary Peabody ceremony on May 21 in New York.
From Sarah Berman of Vice:
CanCon Rules Put a Lot of Weird Teens on Television in the 90s
But when I try to remember my own early teens in a mostly pre-internet era, I can’t help thinking these latest reboots of Full House, Ghostbusters, Power Rangers and other perfectly mass-marketable franchises don’t reflect the weird experience I had turning on a television in the 90s. I like to think that’s because I was in Canada, a place where shitty consumer products got thrown in a fiery pit, brothers with the world’s worst hair/tans sang about blow jobs, and teens stiffly talked about abortion as if it were a math exam. Only here could these enigmas coexist. Continue reading.
