SueTube – Let’s talk TV with critic Susan Young

Here’s the way things work: When you are writing about a show, you tend to link the names to the project that people in the real world are going to recognize.

So when CBS’ new comedy series “The Class” was introduced, we all wrote about the seriesfrom the creator David Crane, who also did a little show called “Friends.” Crane co-created “The Class” with professional and life partner Jeffrey Klarik.

Klarik’s a swell guy with a sparse resume. So, of course, reporters linked Crane with “The Class” and left off Klarik in the spirit of saving some much-needed space.

Which caused the creators to bristle.

Which brings us to The Card.

Critics got a card from CBS this week with a picture of the cast of “The Class” and on the back, a nice little picture of Crane and Klarik. And a not-so-subtle line under the picture saying “created by David Crane and Jeffrey Klarik.”

Nice try. Bottom line is that there’s precious little space in the newspaper to list all the creators/producers and other people viewers don’t really care a flying Frito about.

So tag, Crane. You’re it. No matter how many postcards you send, we’re still going to say “The Class,” by “Friends” creator David Crane.

Oh, those wacky “Lost” people.

Today, an Apollo candy bar came in the mail from the Apollo Candy Company. Which is, of course, a subsidiary of The Hanso Group.

Stay with us.

As “Losties” all know, Hanso is behind the whole island experiments. Don’t tell us Hanso’s the evil empire. They saved the Apollo Candy Company from financial ruin.

The first Apollo Bars were distributed in San Francisco, but this is the last place to get the bars. They will be distributed on Sept. 20.

For people who want to get some free chocolate, and trust me it’s pretty yummy, and go to the official site and find out when the free giveaways will happen in your hometown.

And, as always, for more information on The Hanso Foundation, visit www.thehansofoundation.org.

Finally, Britney’s boy has a role he can really get into: a mouthy punk.

Kevin Federline’s been tapped for an upcoming episode of “CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.” He’ll be playing Cole Tritt, an arrogant teen who hassles Nick and Warrick while they work a crime scene.

I’m still trying to figure out where the acting comes into play.

When it came time for Simon Cowell to choose his panel of judges for “Duets”, which debuts Aug. 29 on Fox, he knew he had to have Little Richard.

Little Richard, he’s an artist, he’s a personality. I’ve seen so many shows when the panel is boring, so when I heard Little Richard was interested in (being a judge), I said book him. (Judge) David Foster is very serious and Little Richard is a little more unpredictable. He’s not the obvious choice and that’s why I liked it.

The show teams singing legends from Clint Black to Gladys Knight with actors and other personalities not known for their singing ability.

So will the judges hold back on their snippy comments?

Cowell thinks not. But what will be more interesting is hearing what the celebrities have to say to the judges.

I think that celebrities tend to be, as I say it, a little more lippy.

Ooh, ooh, oh.
NBC thinks America really wants to choose the next leads for “Grease.”
“You’re the One That I Want” is a new talent competion that is set to premiere mideseason. America will ultimately get to chhose the two leads _ sweet Sandy Dumbrowski and sexy Danny Zuko – for a new Broadway production of “Grease.”
For those three people out there who haven’t heard of “Grease,” it’s the musical based on high school life in the 1950s. You know, Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta?
NBC hopes viewers will be hopeless devoted to this new talent show.
No world on auditions for the series, but tickets for the musical, which opens next June, will go on sale Dec. 1.

Remember when PBS used to stand for Pretty Boring Stuff?
That moniker was shed, along with major articles of clothing, by 28-year-old Italian tenor Vittorio Grigolo, star of “Great Performances: Vittorio: Dreams of Rome” airing in August.
Vittorio had been sitting at the piano near the Ritz-Carlton bank of elevators pounding out some tunes that afternoon. Perhaps he was also pounding down something stronger than sparkling water, but we’re not sure. Anyway, he performed in front of TV critics gathered here for the penultimate night of a very long press tour that has taken up the better part of July.
After the performance, he went back to jamming on the ivories with a bunch of fans, including some young PBS publicists who handed him at least one mint-laced beverage.
After posing for pictures and engaging in some serious flirting, he apparently decided it was time to cool off.
So he took a dip in the Olympic size pool. And was it his fault he didn’t bring his swim suit?
He tossed clothed women into the pool and reportedly kept yelling that he was Italian. Apparently that explains the no-shame late night dip. Eventually, hotel security.
All I’m saying is that after watching the cavorting in the pool over the past few weeks, there isn’t enough chlorine in the world to get me into that water.

You can’t say Helen Mirren isn’t a good sport. But you can say she’s a little testy about her age.
She spent her 61st birthday chatting with critics about the final cycle of “Prime Suspect,” which airs on PBS this November. The press material states that “drink, loneliness and the grueling life of a crime fighter are finally catching up with Detective Superintendent Jane Tennison, now clinging to her career.”
The release also said that our dear Jane was “pushing 60.”
So, curiosity drove me to the Internet to discover if Mirren had hopped over that line yet. And discovered today was her birthday.
It seemed churlish not to wish her many happy returns of the day when we met for a quick grab and gab. So I said softly, “Happy Birthday.”
Suddenly, she looked as if I was about to become a murder victim.
Eager to change the subject, I asked if Jane’s fans would find this a satisfying end to long relationship.
“Satisfied?” she queried with a hard Jane Tennison stare. “I don’t know, perhaps not, but everything must end eventually.”
She then warmly greeted the next reporter, who wisely didn’t mention anything involving cake and candles.

Courtney Cox-Arquettesays she’s wouldn’t mind being with her “Friends” again.
“I haven’t gotten a call,” she says. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”
Cox-Arquette was sitting in a huge white tent with misters and fans Tuesday night to beat the considerable heat. She was there flogging her latest project, “Dirt,” about the inside of a tabloid magazine. She plays the editor in the project for Fx scheduled to air early next year.
“It’s a strange relationship between tabloids and celebrities,” she admits. “You need the press in Hollywood, but you would like to stick to people like you.”
And she also says all the cameras trained on her beachfront home aren’t really there for her and husband David Arquette.
“They just want to get shots of (our daughter) Coco,” Cox-Arquette says. “And that’s not fair to her.
“I see our neighbors out enjoying their pool, sitting out with friends and I would just like to be able to do that.”
So why not move?
“We’ve been thinking about that a lot lately,” she admits.

So it’s come to this.
Right as I type, Fox has decided to pass out mimosas, Irish coffee and bloody Marys to everyone in the session.
And it’s not even 10 in the morning.
As one excited newbie on the Television Critics’ press tour said, “I heard rumors of this kind of thing happening, but it’s never happened to me before!”
Yes, bloggers are sitting around the room, with drinks sitting next to them. But in a true signal that times have changed, virtually no one is actually drinking.
Although no one would blame a critic for drinking before a sesson on Fox’s horrific new comedy, “Happy Hour.”
It’s anything but happy, and we’re all grateful it doesn’t last an hour.

For almost three weeks, it’s been one celebrity after another.
Is it any wonder we believe every star in the hallway of the Ritz is here to talk to us?
So when poor Kirsten Dunst passed me and my friend Gail, we gave her a cheery “Hello.”
And she tried to crawl underneath the museum-quality carpet.
She was with family members and apparently just stopped by to grab some breakfast, and found herself in the midst of people she routinely tries to avoid.