Morning Shots: This Guy Owns Your 'Romance Space,' Like It Or Not : Monkey See This morning: The Bachelor stomps all over the "romance space," while television tries explaining on the screen what you might not understand on your own. All that, plus Funny Girl news.
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Morning Shots: This Guy Owns Your 'Romance Space,' Like It Or Not

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If you've got your eye out for the Funny Girl revival that may or may not wind up starring Lea Michele, note that it's apparently opening in Los Angeles, not on Broadway.

As television dramas get more sophisticated and thoughtful, it makes a certain amount of sense that the companies that produce them might start to worry that you can't keep up. Thus: enhanced versions, with subtitles that explain what's going on, in case you prefer text to subtext.

I have been known to defend The Bachelor as a guilty pleasure of sorts, but every time its producer, Mike Fleiss, opens his mouth, it gets harder. "The romance space is ours" sounds like something said by a giant space monster right before he starts seducing your girlfriend.

I'll be reviewing Paul, a movie I liked very much, later in the week. Till then, enjoy stars and writers Simon Pegg and Nick Frost talking to The A.V. Club.

One of the nice things about the BBC, it seems to me, is that they have the freedom to study things like how to make television easier to hear without the entire thing being about one network versus another. This study of the effects of background music, mumbling hosts, and regional accents is just fascinating.

Today in "What?": Richard Linklater may wind up working on a remake of The Incredible Mr. Limpet, which starred Don Knotts as a fish. There comes a time in the life of a pop culture writer when you have little to say other than, "So ... snack on that." This is that time.

Please enjoy this interview, which starts, "Paul Simon turns 70 this October." In other news, I think I just saw Methuselah in the kiddie pool while I was swimming in the deep end.

Last Call With Carson Daly has just been renewed by NBC for an eleventh season. As Vulture suggests, this show is the undead-est show to ever march forth with its arms outstretched as it mutters "Brains, brains, braaaaaains."

Here's a question: Is it inevitable that Tom Hanks will wind up playing Captain Sully someday? Because he plays every other major American stoic from history, reportedly now including the captain whose ship was taken over by Somali pirates in 2009.

The most fascinating aspect to this interview with Margaret Atwood, I think, is the sheer number of times she is baited to talk about how horrible e-books are for civilization, and how steadfastly she doesn't — and how the headline still makes it sound like she did. It's sort of amazing that a Q&A can even be conducted with this pointed of an agenda, but there you go.

For those of you who are following your Charlie Sheen scorecards at home, please note that we have now moved into the "journalists argue that we all secretly admire Charlie Sheen" phase, as seen in this Rolling Stone essay. I just want to make sure we all note that Charlie Sheen has about 2.8 million Twitter followers, and Ryan Seacrest has about 4.1 million. People pay attention to celebrities for reasons other than representation of the American dream.