DMA: Joplin, MO-Pittsburg, KS
DMA rank: 151
TV Households in DMA: 145,700
Percentage of total U.S. TV households in DMA: 0.128
PO Box 1393
Joplin, MO 64802-1393
Digital channel: 43
Primary Programming: ABC
Shirley Morton, General Manager
Owner: Mission Broadcasting Inc
In the dog days of August, just a few weeks before the fall season begins, NBC sneaks in an unheralded sitcom. You, the savvy viewer, are expecting the primetime equivalent of a turkey surprise. But The Carmichael Show on NBC is something different, a show about an African-American family that manages to draw on and update the bite of All in the Family and the silliness of its spinoff, The Jeffersons.
Edward Burns’s new series, Public Morals on TNT, is set in Hell’s Kitchen in the 1960s and filmed in New York, at Silvercup Studios and at locations like the Russian Tea Room, the Park Lane Hotel and Barrow’s Pub in Greenwich Village. It doesn’t seem to take place anywhere in the real world, though. That wouldn’t be a bad thing if Burns had the imagination to pull it off, but the 10-episode Public Morals is a mess. Written by, directed by and starring Burns, it’s an even stronger argument than the second season of True Detective against the auteur impulse in television.
Maybe Craig Robinson owes money to the head of NBC programming. Or maybe Craig Robinson is being blackmailed by NBC for some nefarious reason. There must be a rational explanation for why he’d agree to star in Mr. Robinson, a dreary show that has all the edge of a doughnut hole and comes slathered with an astonishing amount of sexual innuendo for a network sitcom.
Whether its star intends it this way or not, TV Land’s The Jim Gaffigan Show will correctly be perceived as a sunnier answer to the cloudy-day tendencies of FX’s Louie. Gaffigan’s world is much less artful, more straight-on and also culled from his real life. Gaffigan has perfected his shtick, mixing deep sarcasm and negativity with a fine-line inoffensiveness. It works as a stage presence, but not so much as a TV character.
Denis Leary’s new FX sitcom, Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll, would have been everything he hopes it could be if he’d made it 20 years ago. Maybe even earlier. S&D&R&R has several things going for it that make it passably enjoyable, including some funny dialogue, good performances and, of course, Leary’s trademark grumpy charm. But many viewers are right to expect something more and fresher from Leary.