Shark Week: 'Shark Feeding Frenzy'
True story: Two years ago I went on vacation to Belize. We took a snorkeling expedition as part of the trip, which involved taking a boat to a small island off the coast, in the Caribbean. After snorkeling for a couple of hours, there was a picnic lunch set up on the island by our guides. At noon exactly, a lemon shark started circling in the shallow waters off the island.
Why? Because the guides were in the habit of feeding the shark the leftover chicken from the picnic. The tastes of the gourmet shark had reached such a level of snobbery that the shark would eat only the chicken that was slathered in barbecue sauce -- and, dangit, it wanted its lunch promptly at noon. (Travel advisory: Do not coat yourself in barbecue sauce before snorkeling in Belize.)
So it was with great fascination that I watched Tuesday night's "Shark Feeding Frenzy" on Discovery, during which "Survivorman" host Les Stroud tried to ascertain what gets the digestive juices flowing on the critters.
The show was surprising in the entertainment it delivered in spite of its fluffy, “Friends”-like premise: there was no laugh track, which made some of the more absurdly funny lines stand out. For instance, in an episode from last season, P.J. (Jordana Spiro) criticized best friend Stephanie’s (Kellee Stewart) boyfriend for carrying a cane.
In Sunday's episode, however, John manages to spread the word of his premonition about Shaun -- and causes panic in the process. In something straight out of 2002's "The Ring," John creates an Internet video that gets pushed to the websites and the dreams of Clan Yost and their hangers-on. The video is a loop of John sitting in front of a black sheet with a half-drawn stick figure chalked on it in white. John repeats over and over that Shaun will soon be gone. And that's it. (Instead of the video causing death, of course, it makes viewers wish they were dead, I guess.)

I hate to say it, but the effervescent buzz “Mad Men” had in last week’s premiere went just a smidge flat with this second episode. Who let the fizz out? Draper’s wife. Although January Jones’ performance is appropriately muted, with hints of complexity to come, our time with Betty, a fragile, wide-eyed blond whose pretty little hands have been seizing up for no apparent reason, felt a little bit forced. Essentially, Matthew Weiner yanked us out of the Mad St. bar and pushed us onto the 5:15 back to the 'burbs before we had a chance to slurp down that third martini.