Should You Be Literally Angry With Rage?: Fox Considers Replacing FUTURAMA’s Voice Talent

One of the best times the Baconeers ever had at Comic Con (just slightly behind being stalked by Joss Whedon and loaning Robot Chicken‘s Matt Senreich a cell phone) was the panel announcing the return of Futurama in the form of TV movies. A special mini-comic was produced for the occasion, and the show’s prodigiously talented voice cast, including Billy West (Phillip J. Fry, the Professor, Zoidberg, Zapp Brannigan), Katey Sagal (Leela), John DiMaggio (Bender), and Maurice LaMarche (Calculon and Kif, among others), performed a little readers’ theater to the crowd’s very great delight.

It’s not comforting to think that that could have been one of the last times we hear that amazing cast in those roles, as Fox has put out a casting call to replace the actors after the parties could not come to an agreement on new contracts. This is likely a negotiating ploy (this year’s Futurama Comic-Con panel is being sold as a Fox executive deciding the show’s fate on stage, so, heck, it might be a marketing ploy), and it’s a negotiating ploy they’ve tried before with the Simpsons cast. Marketing, negotiating, a promise rather than a threat–whatever this is, we’re not the only ones unimpressed with the idea of following the Planet Express crew without a huge component of what made them so funny. Don’t make us break out Nixon’s head in a jar, Fox–get this done. Morbo is watching you.

SONS OF ANARCHY: Beware Lady MacGertrude

True confessions: I never much liked The Sopranos. I could appreciate how stylish it was, how biting the wit was, how counterintuitively lovable the characters were. It was about three degrees too far for me personally (thank you so much for crushing that stripper’s skull!), and I had a hard time buying into the angst of a man who could have solved a lot of his problems by, you know, deciding not to kill people anymore. Still, I could see how the epic tale played into the classic rhythms of rise and fall we so easily embrace in drama.

Enter Sons of Anarchy, which walks the same thin line. Pulling back the veil on a California motorcycle gang, the show asks us to both be drawn to and repulsed by characters who make a living doing awful things. It’s stylishly made and has some mordant wit. The cast is appealling, with stars like the terrific Ron Perlman (hello, Hellboy!) as the club president and welcome bit players like Theo Rossi (Veronica Mars) and Dayton Callie (Deadwood) popping up to add color. Even Charlie Hunnam (Queer as Folk), as the golden boy son of the club’s late founder, is better than usual here.

Best of all is Katey Sagal (Futurama, 8 Simple Rules…), magnificent and menacing as Gemma, the club founder’s widow and the current president’s wife. The show is set up to be Hamlet, with Hunnam’s character uncovering his dad’s much more pacifist dreams for the club and intimations abounding that the older generation is keeping secrets. As Hamlet’s…er, Jax’s mother, Sagal should be Gertrude, a woman who makes us wonder how complicit she is in the tragedy we see unfolding. Sagal is much more in the mold of Lady Macbeth, however, pulling the strings behind the scenes. This is a woman who tosses a Bible containing a syringe full of very bad stuff at the druggie mother of her grandson and snarls, “I suggest you turn to Jesus.” Yikes. The show is about five degrees too much for me (thank you so much for putting that ax in some guy’s skull!), but for those with stronger constitutions, Sagal is worth seeking out this show. Wednesdays at 10pm Eastern on FX.