In the midst of its final season, Friday Night Lights remains one of the best shows on TV (Friday, 7 p.m., NBC). This week, things look grim for our small-town Texas football team after a loss jeopardizes their spot in the playoffs. The problem is egocentric quarterback Vince (Michael B. Jordan), who's sowing dissension. Coach Taylor (Kyle Chandler) must find a way to bring the team together before the promising season slips away. "I'm not going to let that happen," he says, in one of his patented pep talks on the school field. "You're not going to let that happen. You've all spilled too much sweat and blood on this damn piece of dirt out here to allow it."
Coach Taylor has a knack for lifting everybody's spirits - including the viewer's - but your stomach sinks when he insists on benching Vince and subbing in the inferior quarterback Luke for the big game. Even Luke knows it's a bad idea. "I don't think I can do it," he says after a rotten performance in practice.
As if that weren't enough to worry about, Principal Tami Taylor (Connie Britton) sees her relationship with a troubled student spiral into disaster, and Julie (Aimee Teegarden) has a tense reunion with Matt (Zach Gilford).
That's an awful lot of drama for one damn piece of dirt.
Friday, 8 pm (Spike)
It's an awards show devoted to guys and their interests, as you can tell by the categories. "The Holy Grail of Hot" features nominees Minka Kelly and Mila Kunis. "Unstoppable Jock" pits Aaron Rodgers against Kobe Bryant. And "Best Girl on Girl Scene" honors...Minka Kelly and Mila Kunis. Yes, again. Obviously, the Guys Choice has a bit of an obsession.
The ceremony should be enjoyable enough, but I must register one objection. There's an ironic category called "Outstanding Literary Achievement" that's meant to sneer at a stupid celebrity book. This year's nominees are Snooki Polizzi's A Shore Thing and Keith Richards' Life -- even though Richards' memoir truly was an outstanding literary achievement, dazzling critics and yours truly.
Clearly, the nominating committee was too busy drooling over Minka and Mila to spend much time reading.
Sunday, 7 pm (CBS)
I've always admired South Park's Matt Stone and Trey Parker for their commitment to bad taste, albeit bad taste redeemed by comic genius. These guys are dedicated to pee and puke, respectability be damned.
But what do we have here? Stone and Parker's Broadway show, The Book of Mormon, has been nominated for 14 Tony awards, including Best Musical. That's more nominations than any other production.
A big win at the glittering prime-time Tony ceremony would bring, gulp, respectability. If Stone and Parker don't pee or puke when accepting their awards, I will be deeply disillusioned.
The Real Story
Sunday, 7 pm (Smithsonian Channel)
This enjoyable documentary interviews paleontologists about the scientific accuracy of Jurassic Park. Believe it or not, the scientists argue that a dinosaur really could be re-created from DNA preserved in amber; it's just that no one has found the right hunk of amber yet. "I think [it] will become a reality one day," says Princeton professor Lee Silver.
That's a fun idea-until you learn that it's more than just an idea. Some eminent scientists are trying to bring dinosaurs back to life right now, when you and I are around to run screaming from their murderous rampages. Dr. Hans Larsson of McGill University, for one, is manipulating chicken embryos to bring out the animal's latent dinosaur features.
Obviously, none of these scientists bothered to watch the end of Jurassic Park, when all hell broke loose. Somebody had better screen it for them, and fast, before we all get pecked to death by a 20-foot escapee from a KFC.
Tuesday, 8 pm (TNT)
This police drama doesn't offer much in the way of originality. In the season premiere, Memphis cop Dwight (Jason Lee) investigates the death of a fellow officer - a mystery with all the usual twists and turns. We get the tense interrogations, the parade of suspects, the bomb exploding at the halfway mark, and the model-caliber female cop for Dwight to bicker with.
The way Memphis Beat tries to distinguish itself is with Memphis-specific texture. The episode is thick with Elvis references, blues guitar licks and Otis Redding on the soundtrack. Can the series really hook viewers with such superficial elements?
Well, it hooked one viewer, at least. I'd watch even the latest Paris Hilton reality series if it had Otis Redding on the soundtrack.