
Note: This post contains SPOILERS for Season 1 of Orphan Black.
If you’re not watching BBC America’s Orphan Black (and you should be!), you’re not only missing out on a great mystery/sci-fi drama series, but also one very twisted love story. When our grifter heroine Sarah Manning (Tatiana Maslany) happens to witness the suicide of a woman, Beth Childs, who looks identical to her, she slips into her doppleganger’s life as a police detective hoping to score some cash. She gets more than she bargained for in all kinds of ways, but the most intriguing is Paul Dierden (Dylan Bruce), Beth’s live-in lover.
Streetwise punk-rock Sarah (who was previously dating a drug dealer) isn’t too impressed as she scopes out pics of the chiseled clean-cut guy, declaring to her buddy Felix that “If that was my boyfriend, I’d jump in front of a train too.” But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. When Paul comes home unexpectedly, Sarah tries some distraction, in the form of stripping him for some sexytimes on the kitchen countertop. (And this is cable, so there is skin. And thrusting. And moaning. Mmhmm.)













Reading is a quiet, mostly solitary act, so it’s rare to see beloved TV characters kicking back and cracking open a paperback. But….you can learn a lot from a book! Whether they’re cautionary tales, how-to manuals, or just plain fun, here’s some romances that those small-screen heroes and heroines might want to check out in their downtime:
Confession: When it comes to heroines, I have a definite type. I don’t particularly care what the hero is like (although alpha-holes need not apply), but I like my fictional women a little bit on the wild and unpredictable side. Prone to cursing, ready and able to throw a punch or deliver a cunning verbal smackdown, complicated and difficult. Independent and determined to take care of herself. Confident, ballsy, selfish. Ruthless in pursuing a goal. Not above illegal activity if the ends justify the means. Possesing a questionable moral code. Flawed…beyond the standard romance faults of, say, being clumsy or having unsightly freckles.
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I love a good title. And this week's Nashville had a good one: “You're Gonna Change (or I'm Gonna Leave).” Since that kind of summed up my general disappointment with the show for the past few weeks, I'm so glad it took its own advice. For the first time since the pilot, last night's Nashville showed signs of growth and forward momentum, as well as both of its leading ladies being pretty awesome. Good job, show. More of this please.
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Last night’s Nashville had plenty of drama, but not a lot of good old fashioned sense or logic. There was some serious head-scratching action as we picked up with the fallout of Juliette’s little klepto incident and Rayna’s endless inner turmoil.
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Watching Connie Britton on Nashville puts me in mind of a twist on that old nursery rhyme: When she was good, she was very very good, and when she was bad, she was...even better. Whether she's annoyed at disloyal record execs (or bandleaders!), all the gushing adulation for Juliette Barnes, or her father's political shenanigans, Connie's disgusted, annoyed and pissed off faces are just the best. Her short temper and slightly diva-ish 'tude are a nice switch up from the saintly Mrs. Coach and even the martyr-ish wife she played on American Horror Story. This show could be an hour of watching Connie just punch things in the face and I'd be loving it. Her line deliveries are just so fantastic when she's pissed off. (Favorite sass? “Miss Sparklypants!,” “What. The. Hell. Is. That?,” and “She's got about 500 miles of nerve saying that to me.”)
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Between suspenseful sudsers, sexy men in uniform, and sisters doing it for themselves, the broadcast networks’ 2012-2013 television schedule looks pretty promising. Here’s all the scoop on the shows you’ll want to check out:










