Brick by Brick: Stories of Fenway Park -- NESN, Tuesday, 8 p.m.
The Red Sox have been in total self-promotion mode since they won the 2004 World Series. The ownership has monetized every single aspect of a baseball experience that you could possibly imagine, from the chance to watch batting practice while standing on the field to the opportunity to personalize a genuine Fenway Park brick (which started at just $250!).
Those bricks apparently have their own stories; Brick by Brick: Stories of Fenway Park is a documentary that was made by Emerson students on a Kickstarter-funded budget and that was promptly bought by NESN. The stories will likely center around the pure, unbridled joy that is Fenway, so there mustn't be any footage from the last couple of years.
Live from the Red Carpet -- E!, Sunday, 5:30 p.m.
The Oscars are the Super Bowl to everybody in the entertainment industry, and thus (most) people try to look their best. We should have some rules though -- it's supposed to be a classy affair:
* 1. If you're a guy, just wear a normal suit. None of this piping crap on your lapels, no weird patterns on your jacket, no stupid hats. Basically just find out what Daniel Craig or George Clooney is wearing and wear that.
* 2. If you're a woman, don't do your hair in that late-career Meg Ryan messy, chin-length look (Julianne
* 3. Show as much skin as you're legally allowed to show.
85th Academy Awards -- ABC, Sunday, 8:30 p.m.
Seth MacFarlane will be a good host. His perfect emceeing of a few Comedy Central roasts is enough evidence of that (and that's a completely serious sentence). You can't expect him to hold back when it comes to making fun of celebrities, so the people in the audience might not like him. But the Oscars is the most self-indulgent ceremony on Earth; it's a night where rich movie people tell other rich movie people how great and important they all are. It's this sentiment that will push Hollywood puff piece Argo into the winners' circle, and it's the reason why they need to lighten up and enjoy some icy MacFarlane jabs.
Girls -- HBO, Sunday, 9 p.m.
In its second season, Girls has gotten more ambitious, while also managing to be less funny and as frustrating as ever.
On one hand, it's always fascinating to watch someone who has complete, uncompromising control of their art. Lena Dunham exhibits the same type of clear-yet-unique vision that only a few other showrunners on television have (e.g., Larry David on Curb Your Enthusiasm, Louis C.K. on Louie, Matt Weiner on Mad Men and Vince Gilligan on Breaking Bad).
But none of the characters have gotten more likable -- in fact, some (Hannah, Jessa and even Ray) have gotten worse. Their decisions are often irrational, unrealistic and completely indefensible (like Hannah setting up her dinner party, as if a sane person would ever put those people in one room while not under the guise of a TV show). And Dunham's constant nudity, once a refreshing expression of fearlessness and positive body image, has now become a tired crutch, a trick she pulls out every episode because she has nothing else really to offer.
Girls, to this point, has been on the brink of being something great, but now it's time to wonder whether it will ever quite get there.
Follow Pete McQuaid on Twitter @sweetestpete.