In Behind the Candelabra (Sunday, 8 p.m.), HBO assembles high-quality artists to tell the story of a low-quality one: the glitzy piano player Liberace. Steven Soderbergh directs, Michael Douglas camps it up as the inexplicably popular musician, and Matt Damon throws himself into the role of Scott, Liberace's boy toy from the 1970s and '80s.
The title promises to take us behind Liberace's pose as a narcissistic, flamboyant heterosexual. What we find is a narcissistic, flamboyant homosexual, unappealing in every way. He uses people; he lies; he whines about his problems. His relationship with Scott follows a predictable arc from debauchery to disenchantment, with copious amounts of pills and plastic surgery along the way. The movie satisfies our voyeuristic curiosity, but there's not much more to it than that.
I'm not saying I didn't enjoy every second of Behind the Candelabra. It's not often you get to see Douglas and Damon having hot sex with each other. Or Rob Lowe pushing drugs in a stunning 1970s coiffure. The movie delights in bad behavior, bad clothes and bad music. Like Liberace himself, it manages to hold your attention.
We all mourn the TV masterpieces cut off in their prime - shows like My So-Called Life and Freaks and Geeks, which could have offered so much more pleasure if only low ratings hadn't gotten in the way. For many of us, such tragic cancellations prove there is no God.
The dysfunctional-family comedy Arrested Development suffered such a premature death, having been axed in 2006 after only three seasons. But what's this? The series is back with 15 new episodes, released simultaneously on Netflix? With original cast members Jason Bateman, Michael Cera and Will Arnett?
I can't wait to watch the episodes all in one sitting. But first I have to go to church and give thanks.
Monday, 7 pm (Nickelodeon)
Nicholas Borelli II (Noah Munck), a nerd from a bland Midwestern suburb, goes to live with his colorful Italian relatives in Brooklyn. Initially he's frightened by the tough guys in the neighborhood, but through a series of mishaps and misunderstandings, he earns a reputation as a tough guy himself. For the first time in his life, Nicholas is on top of the world. "Man, I love this town," he says in his new persona of Nicky Deuce.
Nickelodeon's TV movie is notable for droll cameos by former Sopranos stars James Gandolfini, Michael Imperioli and Tony Sirico, who play local mobsters. They help create a cartoon version of Brooklyn where the accents are thick, the deals are shady and the ziti is delicious.
Man, I love this town.
Ring of Fire
Monday, 8 pm (Lifetime)
This exceptional TV movie tells the story of country singer June Carter Cash (Jewel), from her childhood stardom with the Carter Family through her turbulent marriage to Johnny Cash (Matt Ross). I know you're not going to believe me, but Jewel - known as a pop singer rather than an actress - will make you forget all about Reese Witherspoon's Oscar-winning turn as Carter Cash in Walk the Line. Oozing charisma, she is a revelation here. It's no surprise that she nails the singing, but who would have thought her capable of bringing such a complex character to life onscreen?
We meet Carter Cash as a young woman with a radiant smile and a performer's instinct to please. Her good nature is tested when she becomes involved with the pill-popping Cash, but she stands by her man even as he makes their life a living hell. Why does June stay with him? The potent chemistry between Jewel and Ross is all the answer you need.
The film gallops through the decades, allowing Jewel to have fun with ever-changing hairdos and outfits. More importantly, she shows Carter Cash evolving in response to life's hard knocks. The scariest moment comes when, after years of self-restraint, she lets her anguish pour out during Johnny's stint in rehab. At this point in the movie June sings her most famous composition, "Ring of Fire," and you have no trouble understanding the meaning of her lyrics "love is a burning thing."
Thursday, 8 pm (ABC)
Most police procedurals tease you with "whodunit," only unveiling the perp at the end. Motive takes a different approach, brazenly identifying the killer in the opening minutes of each episode. You can't miss him: He's the one with the title "The Killer" under his mug. Similarly, the soon-to-be-dead person is tagged with the title "The Victim."
So you know exactly where the episode is headed, but you don't know why. That's the part Motive conceals until the end, and damned if you don't keep watching to learn the answer.
It helps that the heroine, Detective Angie Flynn, is such good company. Kristin Lehman (The Killing) is stunning in this role. Her detective is witty, brassy, earthy and flirty. She's believable as a working-class single mother with a knack for thinking her way through a crime scene.
In the sneak preview earlier this week, a high school band geek was "The Killer," and a popular science teacher was "The Victim." It was impossible to figure out why the student would kill the teacher...and that's where a witty, brassy, earthy, flirty detective comes in handy.