Post by annabelleleigh on Sept 12, 2008 14:55:42 GMT -5
Award-winning L&O co-executive producer Ed Zuckerman has been writing for the mothership since it first launched. Among his scripts are 1990's "Prescription for Death," 2008's "Political Animal" and 30 others in between. He's also functioned as the series story editor.
Though a long-time Wolf Pack member Zuckerman has strayed sometimes to write for other series ("Miami Vice" episode "The Cows of October") and to create one of own: "Century City." This futuristic what-if legal drama got the boot from CBS after four episodes yet still managed to create a cult following. He also wrote for "JAG," and "Star Trek: The Next Generation" along with a string of other TV series that never quite got off the ground.
When not writing for television Ed Zuckerman plies with wit the trade of journalist. Here's an advance copy of the latest Zuckerman piece from next Sunday's New York Times magazine. I found it very Zucker-ish.
AL
P.S. With reference to the article below, "Katie & Peter" is a hit (idiot) reality show out of London, broadcast on this continent by CTV/Canada.
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Really, Really, Big in Britain
The New York Times magazine
September 14, 2008
BY Ed Zuckerman
Excerpt:
" I regret to inform you that Katie Price plans to put her removed breast implants up for auction on eBay with a minimum bid of one million pounds; that her reality show is a continuing success on British television; that her three autobiographies, all written before she was 30, have been No. 1 best sellers; that her endorsed product lines of lingerie, jewelry and perfume are about to be joined by housewares and baby clothes — and that her original renown springs not from any distinction as an actress, dancer, singer or ... anything, but from a career as a topless model.
In the future, everyone will be famous for blah blah blah — you’ve heard that one — and now here is yet another account of someone who is famous for being famous, albeit one who has transcended the genre. It’s not too late to stop reading and turn to the article about wind farms.
Still here? Don’t blame me, then. You were warned.
I first met Katie Price in Los Angeles, where she traveled last spring to have some repair work done on the teeth and breasts she had fixed there a few months before (the nose job was fine). Her new tooth veneers didn’t feel right, she said — “It feels like I’ve got electricity going through them” — and the breast surgeon hadn’t done a satisfactory job. “I don’t think he’s sewn them enough here,” she explained on a British talk show in April, pointing to the spot. “They sort of go under my armpits a bit. . . . When you go and pay all of that money, and you go to what you think is the best doctor, you expect a good job.” This breast operation was actually her fourth, and it was the first reduction, Price having decided last year that it was time to have breasts “smaller than my head.”
For my meeting with Price, I was directed to a large gated house in the San Fernando Valley, where she was staying with her husband, Peter Andre, an English pop singer, and one of their children, Princess Tiáamii, then 10 months old, who was suffering from chicken pox. Also in attendance were Price’s manager, Claire Powell, and several of Powell’s employees, including a young man and woman who would be filming our interview for the reality show “Katie & Peter: The Next Chapter.” Nearly everything Price does is filmed for her reality show. I had to consent to appear on camera before I entered the house.
Successfully restraining myself from breaking into song, I walked into a sitting room, notebook in hand, to meet the woman recently ranked (by The Guardian newspaper) as the 83rd-most-powerful media figure in Britain, below Rupert Murdoch but above Andrew Lloyd Webber. She was sitting on a sofa holding Princess Tiáamii, who wore a disposable diaper and a pink bow in her hair. Price was wearing a bathing-suit top under a see-through tank top, blue microshorts and pink Uggs. Her makeup was heavy and her tan unnaturally deep, but what stood out most was the disarming manner that is a cornerstone of her popular appeal. She is brash and plain-spoken, with working-class accent and diction; her fans, who nowadays are mostly women, frequently say how “real” she is, a point Price takes pride in. “I am real,” she said, adding, with a self-aware laugh, “well, part of me’s real, apart from me assets.”
The full profile at
www.nytimes.com/2008/09/14/magazine/14price-t.html?_r=1&ref=europe&oref=slogin
Though a long-time Wolf Pack member Zuckerman has strayed sometimes to write for other series ("Miami Vice" episode "The Cows of October") and to create one of own: "Century City." This futuristic what-if legal drama got the boot from CBS after four episodes yet still managed to create a cult following. He also wrote for "JAG," and "Star Trek: The Next Generation" along with a string of other TV series that never quite got off the ground.
When not writing for television Ed Zuckerman plies with wit the trade of journalist. Here's an advance copy of the latest Zuckerman piece from next Sunday's New York Times magazine. I found it very Zucker-ish.
AL
P.S. With reference to the article below, "Katie & Peter" is a hit (idiot) reality show out of London, broadcast on this continent by CTV/Canada.
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Really, Really, Big in Britain
The New York Times magazine
September 14, 2008
BY Ed Zuckerman
Excerpt:
" I regret to inform you that Katie Price plans to put her removed breast implants up for auction on eBay with a minimum bid of one million pounds; that her reality show is a continuing success on British television; that her three autobiographies, all written before she was 30, have been No. 1 best sellers; that her endorsed product lines of lingerie, jewelry and perfume are about to be joined by housewares and baby clothes — and that her original renown springs not from any distinction as an actress, dancer, singer or ... anything, but from a career as a topless model.
In the future, everyone will be famous for blah blah blah — you’ve heard that one — and now here is yet another account of someone who is famous for being famous, albeit one who has transcended the genre. It’s not too late to stop reading and turn to the article about wind farms.
Still here? Don’t blame me, then. You were warned.
I first met Katie Price in Los Angeles, where she traveled last spring to have some repair work done on the teeth and breasts she had fixed there a few months before (the nose job was fine). Her new tooth veneers didn’t feel right, she said — “It feels like I’ve got electricity going through them” — and the breast surgeon hadn’t done a satisfactory job. “I don’t think he’s sewn them enough here,” she explained on a British talk show in April, pointing to the spot. “They sort of go under my armpits a bit. . . . When you go and pay all of that money, and you go to what you think is the best doctor, you expect a good job.” This breast operation was actually her fourth, and it was the first reduction, Price having decided last year that it was time to have breasts “smaller than my head.”
For my meeting with Price, I was directed to a large gated house in the San Fernando Valley, where she was staying with her husband, Peter Andre, an English pop singer, and one of their children, Princess Tiáamii, then 10 months old, who was suffering from chicken pox. Also in attendance were Price’s manager, Claire Powell, and several of Powell’s employees, including a young man and woman who would be filming our interview for the reality show “Katie & Peter: The Next Chapter.” Nearly everything Price does is filmed for her reality show. I had to consent to appear on camera before I entered the house.
Successfully restraining myself from breaking into song, I walked into a sitting room, notebook in hand, to meet the woman recently ranked (by The Guardian newspaper) as the 83rd-most-powerful media figure in Britain, below Rupert Murdoch but above Andrew Lloyd Webber. She was sitting on a sofa holding Princess Tiáamii, who wore a disposable diaper and a pink bow in her hair. Price was wearing a bathing-suit top under a see-through tank top, blue microshorts and pink Uggs. Her makeup was heavy and her tan unnaturally deep, but what stood out most was the disarming manner that is a cornerstone of her popular appeal. She is brash and plain-spoken, with working-class accent and diction; her fans, who nowadays are mostly women, frequently say how “real” she is, a point Price takes pride in. “I am real,” she said, adding, with a self-aware laugh, “well, part of me’s real, apart from me assets.”
The full profile at
www.nytimes.com/2008/09/14/magazine/14price-t.html?_r=1&ref=europe&oref=slogin