I am so immensely happy the Writer's Strike is wrapping up this week, if for no other reason than "Dance War: Bruno vs. Carrie Ann."
Now don't get me wrong: Even though I'm a grown man, I'm not immune to a well-structured talent show. I can dig 'em, when they're done well. But with the TV writer's out of work, the networks had to stretch the natural viewing length of a lot of these shows... and "Dance War" became an hour-and-a-half nightmare of Bruno's ridiculisms (as I call them). That man, and that long format for that show, are both pain-inducing to watch.
To watch that show slowly, painfully unfold over an hour and a half is like watching Portabello Mushrooms grow.