The news show that does personal interest pieces, and has done since 1979. Anything from interviews with actors, political figures, athletes, musicians, costume designers, fashion designers... See full summary »
Appraisers of antiques travel with the show to various cities. Area citizens bring articles for appraisal and often relate the histories of these items. The appraisers then expand on what ... See full summary »
Hosted by noted reporters Tom Brokaw and Jane Pauley, this program presents in-depth coverage of news stories in the tradition of 60 Minutes and 20/20. Rather than just reading news reports... See full summary »
This sitcom follows recently divorced mother (Ann Romano) and her two teenage daughters (Barbara and Julie) as they start a new life together in Indianapolis, They are befriended by the ... See full summary »
Pat Harrington Jr.
A greasy-spoon diner in Phoenix, Arizona is the setting for this long-running series. The title character, Alice Hyatt, is an aspiring singer who arrives in Phoenix with her teenaged son, ... See full summary »
After Johnny Carson's retirement from the show, Jay Leno stepped in as his permanent replacement. The format of the show has remained largely unchanged, consisting primarily of an opening ... See full summary »
The news show that does personal interest pieces, and has done since 1979. Anything from interviews with actors, political figures, athletes, musicians, costume designers, fashion designers, restaurant owners, charity heads, kids with special talents, everything you can think of. It is going on since Charles Karault started in the early years, and Charles Osgood picked up where he left off to retire. Written by
As of 2013, there have only been two permanent hosts for the show, both named Charles, firstly Charles Kuralt (January 28, 1979 - April 3, 1994), and secondly Charles Osgood (April 10, 1994 - present/2013). See more »
"The great 'movement'--that was the cant term--went on: a diseased commotion, moral and physical. Art--the Arts--arose supreme, and, once enthroned, cast chains upon the intellect which had elevated them to power. Man, because he could not but acknowledge the majesty of Nature, fell into childish exultation at his acquired and still-increasing dominion over her elements. Even while he stalked a God in his own fancy, an infantine imbecility came over him."
-Edgar Poe, "The Colloquy of Monos and Una", 1850
What began as a breath of fresh air has transformed, by slow degrees, into a death rattle. There was a time when I never wanted to miss Sunday Morning. It was a peaceful oasis of the mind in contrast to the obnoxious blare pervading broadcast TV. I loved everything about the show, especially the minimalist set and graphics. The unhurried pace was just right for presenting the arts.
It all changed for me when they did a story about the poet Gil Scott-Heron. He recited "Whitey on the moon." The same network that gloried in the peaceful Apollo missions was now denouncing them for not solving poverty and racism. Turning a great scientific achievement for all mankind into a bitter, alienated complaint (with no counterpoint from Walter Cronkite or the astronauts themselves) was a lamentable display of intellectual bankruptcy.
As the years flew past, I grew irritated at stories about artists that focused on their gender and ethnicity rather than their art. The condescending tone of surprise that non white males were producing sculptures, paintings, music, and literature reflected badly on CBS. It also insulted the audience (did they think we were ignorant, narrow-minded, and consumed with racism?) and trivialized the creativity of the individuals profiled.
The miserable cloud of Politics now blocks out the healthy sunshine of universal truths. TV critic John Leonard seriously compared Whitney Houston's Super Bowl rendition of "The Star Spangled Banner" during the Gulf War to a Nazi rally. The less said about the excessive Weight and Import in Martha Teichner's vocal delivery the better.
If there is a chance to reinforce the cosmology of contemporary liberalism, Sunday Morning takes it. I can't even see how the most liberal among us can enjoy the show anymore. Isn't it wearisome to be reminded, week after week, how bad the McCarthy era was? Keeping his supposedly destroyed image alive can only serve the ends of propagandists. Every cult needs a devil, I suppose.
Sunday Morning was once a fair tree, peacefully bearing inspirational fruit. I used to love seeing the melting ice by the riverside each spring. Now it is a dead log, tilted to the left, covered with fungi. Cancel it and bring back Captain Kangaroo!
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