A guide to what we’re barely putting up with this week.
HBO’s Kurt Cobain: Montage Of Heck. Turns out we do need another Kurt Cobain documentary: this one.
The return of Showtime’s creepy, far-more-sensible, London-based version of American Horror Story, Penny Dreadful. Well, it’s not completely sensible, but no show that includes Dorian Gray, multiple Frankensteins, and tuberculosis sex scenes can be.
Hallmark Channel’s Sharknado equivalent, Murder, She Baked. Oh, Hallmark Channel. You can’t be campy and the TV equivalent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies at the same time.
Sandra Lee’s ready-to-drink “Cocktail Time Margaritas.” No one knows how to make a delicious cocktail better than a TV chef famous for putting corn nuts on a “Kwanzaa cake.”
Bethenny Frankel’s latest self(ish)-help tome, I Suck At Relationships So You Don’t Have To. The problem with reality stars writing advice books is that the only advice they’re qualified to give is how to ruin your life by being on a reality show.
Outrage over Jared Leto’s less-than-menacing, Club-Kid-on-The-Jenny-Jones-Show look in his first photos as the Joker. Who would have thought that a clown villain from a comic book would end up looking ridiculous?
Kim Kardashian’s hardcover Instagram feed, Selfish. She may be an amateur photographer and amateurish model, but she is a professional narcissist.