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Thursday, September 15, 2011

Pilot Inspektor: "Free Agents"

...and mere hours later, "Entertainment on Jeff's Terms" returns to gab a bit more about the tubes of boobs.

We continue our journey through NBC's attempt to create a foothold in the Wednesday night comedy game. If you haven't already, be sure to check out my look at their 8pm offering Up All Night, and then let us move forward to the 8:30 selection.

Based on a cult hit British sitcom of the same name, please give a kind American welcome to a series entitled Free Agents*.

*CO-WINNER OF THE 2011 FALLY AWARD FOR MOST PROMISING NEW SERIES: NBC.

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THE GIST OF IT

A black screen accompanied by decreasingly empassioned sighs. A lamp lights up the room. We are first introduced to public relations agents Alex (Hank Azaria; best known for the eleventy billion characters he voices on The Simpsons) and Helen (Kathryn Hahn; best known for her non-stop attempts to seduce John C. Reilly in Step Brothers) in a state of post-coital shock. Helen wants to make this quick and see Alex off in a cab, while Alex sheds a few tears about his kids whom he's presumably not seen since his recent divorce. Cut to the next morning at work. Alex's fratboy-ish co-workers want all the details of his sexual conquest, so he rattles off a laundry list of (mostly) fictional sexual positions he achieved with an apparently large-breasted woman with whom he alleges to have had panther-like sex. Meanwhile, Alex's boss Stephen (Anthony FUCKING Stewart FUCKING Head; of Buffy and other sundry awesome things fame) warns that his recent emotional troubles are starting to affect his work. In an effort to find stability, Alex approaches Helen about spending another night together, to which she quickly declines. She's got problems of her own; particularly an apartment full of what add up to twenty-two increasingly over-the-top portraits of her dead-a-year fiancé (including the very coffee mug from which she's guzzling down Merlot). After a failed attempt to dispose of the largest of the portraits and Alex's failed attempt to go out on the town with co-worker Dan (comedian Mo Mandel), the pair reunite in the bedroom once again, vowing to figure out how to stop this from happening again and soon.

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MOVING FORWARD (NO SPOILERS, BECAUSE...)

...there isn't really much in the way of plot synopses or "This season on Free Agents..." preview clips out there to speak of so, I'll just assume we're in for a series of wacky will they-won't they misadventures with Alex and Helen and more inappropriate (and hilarious) scenes of Anthony Head's Stephen making everyone uncomfortable.

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IN ESSENCE, MY FRIENDS...

...I'll say this. Free Agents certainly isn't reinventing the television comedy wheel here. However, I'm kind of okay with that. I'll admit that for the first half of the pilot, my spirits kept being dampened by the RIDICULOUSLY dated office antics of the aforementioned Mo Mandel, alongside The Daily Show's "Senior Latino Correspondent" Al Madrigal and Chelsea Lately mainstay Natasha Leggero as the most annoyingly stereotypical snarky/sassy secretary character since Kathy Griffin on Suddenly Susan. These three characters in particular seem like they're stuck in any number of the Friends or more accurately Newsradio clones NBC foisted on us throughout the '90s. You know the kind; the ones where two characters are having a conversation in the middle of the office, and one character passes by just quick enough to drop some snappy one-liner about something or another and then moves on to whatever arbitrary coffee pot awaits them stage-left.

However, I truly believe there IS a promising show here; because for all the dated banter and the lame sub-Zack Morris dating philosophies Alex's male co-workers spout, there are also four interesting, funny, likable characters...and aren't we lucky?--Three of them are the show's top three stars.

Azaria is golden, as always. Let's face it, though; for all the success he's had with The Simpsons and in live-action works like the award-winning TV adaptation of Mitch Albom's Tuesdays with Morrie, the man hasn't had much in the way of household-name-making roles, and it's a damned shame. I'm not saying he's found that here exactly, but I think if the show learns to give him the floor far more than the sitcom stereotypes mentioned above, I think he could take this thing and run with it.

Kathryn Hahn. I enjoy her. Like many of you, I spent many years writing her off as that random woman who always shows up in things being the poor man's Ana Gasteyer. After Step Brothers and--yes, I think this counts when you consider his wildly unorthodox interview style--a couple of really entertaining appearances on The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson, she's charmed me quite a bit. In this role in particular, I appreciate her ability to play the three main facets of her character's personality--the broadly comedic frazzled single woman, the conservative and very human grieving ex-fiance, and the unquestionably sexy confident career woman--without missing a beat. Hahn's performance, I feel, gives the best representation of why Free Agents isn't going to be the broad, hacky, stuck-in-1995 comedy that a lot of the promotional materials and the three-headed Mandel-Madrigal-Leggero quip-monster make it out to be, and I say nor should it be.

Thirdly, there's The State alum Joe Lo Truglio as the office building's security manager Walter. He only gets about three minutes of screen time here, but it's a fun three minutes, to be sure. So far, all we know of him is that he's that poor schmo who spends all his spare cash on "samurai" swords from late-night infomercials, but it seems he will also likely be filling the well-worn (but appreciated) role of the quirky ancillary character who dispenses random dollops of good advice to our main characters every now and again. I can dig it.

Of course...we have to talk about Anthony Head. He actually only gets about three minutes on-screen, as well...but they are also a hell of a three minutes. Stephen (a role Head also portrayed in the British original) is clearly the Douglas Reynholm of our piece; the slimy but ultimately likable sex-crazed authority figure who emerges every so often to disgust our main characters with--using this episode's example--a photograph of the thought-to-be-fictional "Flying Dutchman" sexual position. Truth be told, for how realistic and truthfully un-wacky as this show is...Stephen--much like Mandel, Madrigal, and Leggero--kind of doesn't belong...BUT(!), in small doses and with Head in the role, I wouldn't mind his inappropriate interruptions in our action each week.

So to make a long story short (too late), Free Agents has its problems, but with moments of quiet genius (like the recurring uses of The Archies' "Sugar Sugar" and ABBA's "Fernando"), and the better members of its cast sharing the heavier brunt of the comedic workload, it has what its lead-in Up All Night simply does not: potential.

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THESE ARE BLURBS

A final serving of my thoughts on Free Agents...
  • Seriously though...tone down Mandel, Madrigal, and especially Leggero ASAP. They aren't our top-billed stars, but their hacky brand of bon mots could sink this show (if the shitty time slot doesn't).
  • I will admit, the funniest moments in the episode were ALL in the trailer released during Network Upfronts in May...but it didn't stop me from laughing at the "Flying Dutchman" scene or Azaria's line about his new shirt resembling something worn by the DJ at an Armenian gangster's acquittal party. So, there's that.
  • I did it up there mainly just for familiarity's sake, but I'm going to take this opportunity to kill any and all comparisons of Kathryn Hahn to Ana Gasteyer. The former is, if I may, WORLDS more attractive and far less off-putting than the latter. Much more Danielle Fishel than Gasteyer.
  • THIS is the other promotional photo for Free Agents. Your thoughts?
  • FREE AGENTS AIRS WEDNESDAY NIGHTS AT 8:30pm EST ON NBC!
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...and so ends my first week of new pilots. We had one piece of kitschy fun, one thoroughly disappointing attempt at comedy, and as you've just seen, one charming laffer with potential. Not a bad start.

NEXT WEEK(!), unless my interest wavers back toward giving CBS' 2 Broke Girls a shot, we'll reconvene next Monday night at 10pm EST for the premiere of NBC's attempt to bring a bit of Mad Men to network television with The Playboy Club; kicking off--according to my calendar--the most pilot-heavy week of the Fall season. Lots to cover, folks. Hope you'll join me and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, comments. They'd be much appreciated.

Pilot Inspektor: "Up All Night"

"Entertainment on Jeff's Terms" is once again in effect, children.

First off, my thanks to the two(?) of you who joined me yesterday for my look at The CW's Ringer. I shall keep my fingers crossed that the lack of interest was only proportionate to America's (wholly understandable) lack of interest in anything The CW has to offer.

Today however, I bring you the first of two new entries in which I'll be taking a look at NBC's two-pronged attempt to stake a claim on Wednesday night comedy.

We begin with a look at a show chock full of star power and television comedy pedigrees--in addition to being created by a graduate of my alma mater, UNC Greensboro alum and Parks and Recreation staff writer Emily Spivey--it's Up All Night.

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THE GIST OF IT

Christina Applegate and Will Arnett star as talk show producer Regan and her lawyer husband Chris, who we meet sitting on their bathroom floor arguing about what the symbols mean on a pregnancy test. Two blue lines and nine months later, cut to our lead couple standing over the crib of their new daughter Amy, gushing with profanity-strewn sentiments about their first child. An indeterminate amount of time later (seriously, this isn't covered very well and I don't know how maternity leaves work), Regan returns to her position as right hand lady and in many ways, conscience to daytime talk show host Ava (Maya Rudolph, in a slightly toned-down variation on her Oprah impression from SNL), while Chris takes a leave from his law firm to be a stay-at-home father. After about a week of their new arrangement, Regan and Chris call in a babysitter and celebrate their seven-year anniversary with a raucous night on the town, only to realize their days of being up all night (hey, that's the name of the show!) doing irresponsible things are very much over.

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MOVING FORWARD (SPOILERS AHEAD...BUT ONLY KIND OF.)

Given that the show was very notably retooled between its Network Upfronts presentation in May and its present form, I really don't know what to tell you. Originally, Christina Applegate's Regan and Maya Rudolph's Ava were simply colleagues in some advertising agency/law firm/random occupation that most sitcom characters have, so...yeah, what can I tell you? Other than that, all I can gather from the "next week" preview is a wacky encounter with some new neighbors and that according to Wikipedia, the following episode is about our headlining couple buying a new car. It's a comedy, so...not much more to say.

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IN ESSENCE, MY FRIENDS...

...I'm sad to report my original analysis of this show back in May was pretty much dead-on. Now, I'll be the first to admit...I'm probably not the best person to be gauging the quality of a sitcom about new parents. Not to get too personal, but in the last five years or so, I've seen so much irresponsible parenting and so many "broods of failure" as Patton Oswalt would put it, that I've developed a pretty powerful disdain for not just the young, irresponsible, Teen Mom-loving idiots who pervade my current location, but most new parents, in general.

Even beyond that though, there's just so much about this show that simply DOES NOT WORK. Believe it or not, I'd start with casting. Regardless of how much I love them, Applegate and Arnett are too old for these characters. Regan and Chris were clearly originally envisioned as young adults in their late 20s-early 30s, working their way up the corporate ladder IN ADDITION to being new parents. This is especially evident in the unfunny C-plot about Chris' life as a co-op video gamer. I feel very certain that they're not going solely for the "Hey! It's 41-year-old Will Arnett having pseudo-meaningful conversations with the teenage surfer dude he met playing Halo" joke, but the thing is, whatever the joke is actually supposed to be isn't remotely funny or entertaining either. By the same token, Applegate's Regan feels like some bizarre combination of Chelsea Handler and Jennifer Aniston circa the first season of Friends, which I don't have to remind you (but I will anyway) was ALMOST TWENTY YEARS AGO. No...just...no.

So, what does work?--Not much, as you might have gathered. The clear bright spot of the show is Maya Rudolph, who deserves much, much better. Truth be told, I would love to just watch a 30 Rock-style show about the behind-the-scenes shenanigans at her character Ava's talk show. This show comes to us from A LOT of the creative minds behind both 30 Rock (Lorne Michaels, most notably) and Parks and Recreation (the aforementioned Spivey), and I just wish their collaboration had been something that felt more...well, collaborative. Seriously, can you imagine the amazing creative marriage of Parks' documentary style and 30 Rock's acumen for backstage hilarity?--THAT...I would love to see. This, not so much.

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THESE ARE BLURBS

A few more things before I say a swift goodbye to Up All Night...
  • There's something inherently creepy about Will Arnett raising a baby girl named Amy. Am I alone on this one?
  • I don't mean to repeat myself, but seriously...I want to see an Ava-centric spinoff RIGHT NOW. The fact is, the character just feels like she belongs in a different (and much funnier) show. Keep her beleaguered assistant Missy (Jennifer Hall) and God help me, even keep the randomly-cast Nick Cannon as Ava's overly-enthusiastic Kevin Eubanks-esque DJ Calvin. This is a show that I would watch. Like a combination of Fernwood Tonight and an actually-funny (SNAP!) version of The Larry Sanders Show.
  • I will admit, the sight of Maya Rudolph and Will Arnett doing a karaoke duet of The Weather Girls' "It's Raining Men" made me giggle...but then again, that's amazing no matter where you're seeing it.
  • ...and on a related note, I demand that Maya Rudolph put out a music album. I don't care if it's something to be taken seriously or if she does it in the comical, overly-empassioned way in which she serenaded us with Fleetwood Mac's "Edge of Seventeen" here. I would buy that album in a second. Lady's got pipes...but we already knew that.
  • UP ALL NIGHT AIRS WEDNESDAY NIGHTS AT 8pm ON NBC!
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So yeah...disappointing, but I saw it coming. So I got that going for me, which is nice.

I'll be back as early as sometime tonight with my look at NBC's other new Wednesday night comedy offering Free Agents. Will the combination of Hank Azaria and Anthony "Rupert MOTHERFUCKING Giles" Head be as wonderful as I hope? We shall soon see.

Until then, ladies and gentlemen...Maya Rudolph's mother, the legendary Minnie Riperton.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Pilot Inspektor: "Ringer"

Welcome back to "Entertainment on Jeff's Terms", everybody.

It's time to begin our journey into the networks' freshest product with my new ongoing series, Pilot Inspektor. Over the next few weeks--and peppered throughout the 2011-2012 TV season--I'll be taking a look at a great deal of the most intriguing new series coming to your idiot boxes this year.

We kick things off with a look at the return of TV's Buffy Summers and Richard Alpert in The CW's new Tuesday night drama series Ringer.

NOTE: I'll try to avoid spoilers, but I can't make any promises (especially with a show as complicated as this).

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THE GIST OF IT

Sarah Michelle Gellar headlines as recovering drug addict/former stripper/all around hot mess Bridget Kelly. In addition to all the this/that/the other I just mentioned, Bridget has recently been the sole witness to a mob-style killing and is currently under the protection of FBI Agent Victor Machado (Nestor Carbonell; dreamy as ever with his allegedly naturally-occurring eyeliner) who escorts her about her life in the days preceding her court testimony. With two days to go until said testimony, Bridget escapes her police escort and absconds to New York City to see her estranged twin sister Siobhan Kelly-Martin (also Gellar, of course). Siobhan is kinder, classier, and living a far better life than Bridget, and openly offers to take her in. However, during a DREADFULLY green-screened trip aboard a speed boat, Siobhan goes missing and is presumed dead, giving Bridget the opportunity to start anew in her sister's upscale life as trophy wife to self-made millionaire Andrew Martin (Ioan Gruffudd; best known as Reed Richards/Mr. Fantastic in the godawful Fantastic Four films), who has never been told Siobhan has a sister. Complications arise almost immediately however as Bridget inherits an affair with her best friend's husband Henry (Kristoffer Polaha; last seen on The CW's Life Unexpected, but best known to me as Random Draper Family Neighbor #6 on Mad Men), Andrew's bitchy teenage daughter--and already my least favorite character--Juliet (Zoey Deutch; whose most prominent role to date was a recurring spot on Disney Channel's The Suite Life on Deck, so...yeah), and Siobhan's adorable ginger-haired aforementioned cuckquean (look it up) best friend Gemma (Tara Summers; a British actress best known to American audiences for a recurring role in the fourth and fifth seasons of Boston Legal). Oh, and did I also mention that Siobhan is ALSO being targeted to die AND is four weeks pregnant?--Because, yeah. That's a thing.

...and that's as simple, bare-bones, and spoiler-free as I can be about this show.

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MOVING FORWARD (SPOILERS AHEAD!)

So, after the episode-ending TWIST(!) revelation that our fancier sister Siobhan is alive, well, and apparently pulling the conspiratorial strings from a mirror-filled lair in Paris, where do we go from here (other than this inevitable link)? Bridget escapes one vaguely Native Amercian-looking mob hitman only to inherit being on some other thus-far unexplained force's hit list. Post-show previews suggest nothing more than Bridget-as-Siobhan's marital infidelity being revealed to at least one of the parties involved, Nestor Carbonell inevitably starting to realize something is amiss, Bridget's Narcotics Anonymous sponsor/lover from back home (Mike Colter; best known for his role as Big Willie Little in Million Dollar Baby) basically saying he's too old for this shit, and Siobhan-Actual (if you will) making angry conspiratorial demands over a cell phone wearing what appears to be a black leather version of Carmen Sandiego's traditional ensemble in some Parisian hotel lobby. According to Wikipedia, we've also got some B-plots involving the aforementioned Juliet, including the introduction of one of her school teachers played by Jason "Logan MOTHERFUCKING Echolls" Dohring in an apparently recurring role, so...that's cool.

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IN ESSENCE, MY FRIENDS...

...I'll see where this goes. I'm certainly disappointed it's more "Dynasty with mistaken identities" than the neo-feminist version of Quantum Leap I imagined during my Fall preview entries a few months back, but I'll deal. In a weird way, I'm kind of in the mindset many people I know held about Lost; I don't exactly love it (not yet anyway; we shall see), but there are a lot of interesting threads I'd like to see play out.
I realize how stupid the plot summary sounds; or at least, I realized it earlier today when trying to describe it to someone. I just kept getting to certain points like, "So, the former stripper and the socialite go out on a speed boat..." and just having to stop. This is clearly a "you had to be there" sort of thing, and the problem is The CW is weirdly selective about which of their shows get the "full episodes online" treatment. If the pilot is made available at any point in the next week, give it a shot. It'll certainly speak better for itself than I ever could.

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THESE ARE BLURBS

A few more stray thoughts on Ringer and then I'll get out of your hair...
  • As pretty as it is, the chick-ballad version of Chicago's "25 or 6 to 4" that played during the montage of Bridget deciding to become Siobhan made it slightly impossible to take seriously.
  • In other musical news, what is it with Joss Whedon alums and Patsy Cline's "I Fall To Pieces? It's honestly to the point that if they were ever on Buffy--or in less-frequent cases Angel, including the episode itself--you can bet Patsy Cline is sure to follow.
  • ...and while I'm playing this game of "Six Degrees of Geek Things", call it me being ridiculous, but I kept finding connections to the cast's past works; particularly those of Gellar and Carbonell. EXAMPLES: Juliet. Tara Summers. The aforementioned Patsy Cline classic. I feel like there was a Richard AND an Alpert in there somewhere. Point is...I'm a massive nerd.
  • Seriously...the green-screening during the speed boat scenes may have been the worst in television history. If you love kitsch, that may be your sole reason to watch this show.
  • I really dig the way the show keeps us as much in the dark about Siobhan's life as Bridget is. Instead of moments of arbitrary tension whenever Bridget slips up and says something wrong, there's a deliciously constant sense of unease about when the other shoe is going to drop. Very few shows chock full of mystery and intrigue can pull that off these days, so kudos to you, Ringer.
  • RINGER AIRS TUESDAY NIGHTS AT 9pm EST on The CW.
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...and that'll be it for my first pilot of the season.

Join me tonight in watching NBC's new comedy double-header of Up All Night and Free Agents at 10pm and 10:30pm EST, respectively, and then join me here tomorrow for a look at both new shows. Will Up All Night live up to my concerns about it being all star power and no laughs? Will Free Agents be as delightful as I think it will? We shall soon see.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Clearing Out The Cobwebs

At long last, hello again, all five-ish of you!

What can I say? The summer was a cruel bitch with bitter herbs and spices.

I'll spare you the details (most of them, anyway) and just say that I spent the better part of most people's favorite season hitting an emotional low point I didn't think was possible. Those who know me best know that my instinctive defense mechanism in times like these is to completely shut down. I basically only speak to the people I absolutely have to and go into a self-imposed exile; particularly on the Internet, where I find most of my nearest and dearest after the geographical transitions I've made over the last fourteen months.

If it seems I've been avoiding any of you...well, yes I have...but not out of disregard to you. I simply don't like to burden the people I care about with my sad stories, especially when they're all I've got to tell, as has been the case for a few months now; even before I disappeared from this corner of the web.

So, in short...I apologize to anyone who has felt ignored or abandoned. Rest assured, it was for your own good.

BUT(!)...

This is "Entertainment on Jeff's Terms" and you didn't come here to read me pouring my heart out to the handful of people who read this that I know personally. You want thoughtful rants and analyses of the world of fanciful media distractions, and that's exactly what you'll be getting again in the coming weeks.

Starting either tomorrow (9/13) night or sometime Wednesday (9/14), I'll be kicking off a series of looks at a fair deal of the new Fall television premieres; mostly network but a couple of notable cable offerings as well. It's a new "Entertainment on Jeff's Terms" series I'm calling "Pilot Inspektor", named for beloved basic cable blues-singing detective and current up-and-coming Scientologist nutbar Jason Lee's only-in-Hollywood so-named son.

What pilots will live up to their promises? What pilots will just be...well, pilots? What pilots will surprise my very pants off? Find out this week when I'll tentatively be waxing intellectual and snarky about The CW's new Sarah Michelle Gellar series Ringer and NBC's new Wednesday night comedy one-two punch of Up All Night and Free Agents; the formermost and lattermost of which walked away with network-specific Fally Awards for Most Promising New Series.

Right now however, as the title of this piece suggests, I'd like to take a moment to catch up a bit. A lot has happened since last we met and as such, a lot of potential entries have faded away like so much dust in the wind. I now present to you a decent chunk of what those entries would have entailed; paraphrased and shrunk to near-oblivion, as well as a few random thoughts on the summer of entertainment that was.

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  • Ah, "Community Service". What a promising fig you were. In case the levels of batshit insanity and utter conspiratorial paranoia I displayed in my look at the second season premiere weren't enough of an indication, I've decided that perhaps it's not best to look back at something that caused me so much pain. On a related note, I've all but decided against watching any of the show's third season, as it would appear that Dan Harmon and the gang have officially decided to completely eschew the clever, well-constructed human comedy of the first season in favor of yet more unfunny, pandering, Friedberg-and-Seltzer-esque non sequitur pop culture horseshit. A damned shame.
  • One of the entries I'm saddest to see go was a look at a self-created term I use quite often in pop culture discussions: the Beef O'Brady's. Perhaps the day will come that I'll try once more to explain its use at length, but the short definition is a pop culture figure (movie, actor, TV series, band, you name it) that is so unbelievably overrated that I simply cannot comprehend its success or acclaim...
  • ...such as the film that would have gone down in the history books as the first "Entertainment on Jeff's Terms" movie review: this summer's thoroughly (and inexplicably) overrated superhero clusterfuck X-Men: First Class. Poorly written, racially insensitive, and cheesier than anything Kraft's blue box has ever contained...I reiterate my utter disbelief at the level of adoration being tossed its way. After my first viewing, I thought it was okay; not good, not bad, just okay. Nothing more. Nothing less. However, after a summer full of allegedly educated and well-read cinematic minds gushingly declaring it better than far superior films like Spider-Man 2, one of its once-honored own precursors X2: X-Men United, and even the Academy Award-winning The Dark Knight (which even I'm only recently coming to view in positive terms)...my basic attitude is FUCK THIS MOVIE. I'm sorry if this bothers any of you. Blame the loudmouth zealots who've spent the past few months making me feel like less than a person for feeling the way I do.
  • On a related note, when the original review of First Class fell through, I briefly considered an all-encompassing look at summer entertainment with an over/under theme. For example, the aforementioned mutant extravaganza would have been noted as the summer's Most Overrated Film, while the critically-savaged (and I stand by the fact that I don't understand why) Green Lantern would have been noted as the summer's Most Underrated Film. I'm sure I'll be called upon to defend these opinions soon enough, and I relish the opportunity to stand up for DC's Emerald Knight anytime, anywhere.
  • Speaking of superheroes, now that the dust has settled, I have to say that in the battle of this summer's two Marvel Studios offerings, I must give the narrow edge to Kenneth Branagh's Thor over Joe Johnston's Captain America: The First Avenger. Both were spectacular, but if presented with a choice to be holding a DVD copy of one of these films in my hands right now, I'd give the duke to the God of Thunder in a heartbeat.
  • Super 8 was a beautiful piece of filmmaking. 'Nuff said.
  • My biggest pop culture guilty pleasure, WWE is undergoing a creative renaissance recently. Anyone who found themselves tuning in even semi-regularly during the late '90s-early 2000s heyday of "Stone Cold" Steve Austin and The Rock would do well to check out the happenings on RAW as of late; particularly the work of CM Punk (the brilliant Phil Brooks) who is almost single-handedly making it as fun a two hours of television as it's been in the LONGEST time.
...and sooner that I anticipated, I believe that covers it. Not the best summer at the movies. Not the worst, either. Looking forward to the next few months and particularly the new year, for both personal and bloggery reasons.

If there's an aspect of my absence or the summer of entertainment that you feel I missed or didn't blurb enough about, please let me know in the comments. Other than that, I'll see you sometime in the next forty-eight hours for a look at the Slayer's return to television in The CW's Ringer.

Until then...this is awesome.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

"Community" Service: 201 - "Anthropology 101" or "Betty White and the Giant Middle Finger"

(NOTE: I want to preemptively apologize for what you're about to read. When I started the "Community Service" series, I had no idea what form the episode-specific entries would take, and unfortunately, in the case of this entry, that turns out to be VERY recap-heavy and bitter towards Dan Harmon. Bear with me. I knew this first one would be a test run of sorts. I hope you can power through it enough to want to come back for the next installment. Thanks.)

In the week since I started this feature, it seems more and more every day that Season 2 of Community WANTS me to tear it a new asshole.

First, two weeks ago, NBC started their summer rerun cycle on Thursday nights with this, the first episode of the show's sophomore season; with the second episode coming the following week and presumably the remaining 23 (unless they edit the finale into the one-hour episode it was originally intended to be) airing from now until the show's return in September(?).

Then, one of my favorite podcasts, WTF? with Marc Maron welcomed the show's creator Dan Harmon for a very insightful 90-minute discussion about his work on the show and how his beginnings with Channel 101 and as a co-creator of the gone-and-very-much-missed The Sarah Silverman Program led him to the universe of Greendale.

...and then, finally, like the icing on a cake made of material from which I could draw my rantings, just this week The A.V. Club started a four-part series in which Harmon takes them through all of Season 2, six episodes at a time, explaining how these episodes came to be what we saw on our screens this past year.

Let me start by thanking the entertainment world for giving me these gifts, and then cut to the ending Tarantino-style to find the conclusion I've drawn:

Community creator Dan Harmon is a severely-damaged, borderline alcoholic son of a bitch who is DESPERATE for your approval, no matter what the cost.

Rest assured, that statement is not entirely meant as insult/criticism. I can't speak ill of a man who is mentally in the same place a lot of entertainers (including myself) have been countless times before. Moreover, let me make it abundantly clear; this series I've embarked on here at "Entertainment on Jeff's Terms" isn't intended as an indictment of anyone who actually enjoyed what this show became in its second season. If anything, it's an indictment of the exclusivist, short-sighted, closed-minded dolts who now populate places like The A.V. Club comments section and have turned this show into something more hateful and condemning of its own past than it has sadly become on its own. (Seriously, it didn't need any help in that department.)

With that being said, let's finally embark on our journey with Episode 201 entitled "Anthropology 101".

Courtesy of my DVR, I've re-watched this episode three times since its re-airing on May 26. It's been an absolute rollercoaster of emotions. I actually made a point to re-watch all of Season 1 on DVD shortly before I pressed the big black play button on my DirecTV remote. I needed to get my head in the right place, and truth be told...it starts out well enough.

I remember how wide my smile was the first time I saw the opening montage; a clearly Wes Anderson-inspired left-to-right tracking shot, passing by a tableau of each of our leads' bedrooms. It truly felt like all my old friends at Greendale Community College were as happy to be back in my life as I was to be watching them; Abed in particular, whose calendar (the camera's first object of focus) has been crossed out day-by-day until it reaches the big, multicolored circle reading "FIRST DAY OF CLASSES".


We pass by Troy's new bedroom in Pierce's mansion as he joyously springs out of bed in Spider-Man pajamas; a nod to Donald Glover's famous attempts to snag the lead in Marc Webb's upcoming The Amazing Spider-Man. We move (I would say) one room over to the circular waterbed of Chevy Chase's cantankerous moist towelette magnate; a painting of Pierce/Chase in his younger, more Fletch-like days hanging above him. On to the bedroom of Yvette Nicole Brown's Shirley, being happily jostled out of her bed by her two young sons; her bedroom decorated like EVERYONE'S grandmother's bedroom, complete with outdated flower-print wallpaper and a wooden crucifix over the bed. To the grey and black, minimalistic, presumably IKEA-furnished bedroom of Joel McHale's Jeff Winger, who does hanging sit-ups from an iron bar in his doorway. To the predictably pink, frilly, lacy bedroom of our once-prudish teenage sexy librarian Annie; staring off into the middle distance, absent-mindedly brushing her hair and smiling with thoughts of her infamous smooch with Jeff at the conclusion of Season 1, no doubt.

...and then, finally, we land on the disorganized, anarchistic, indie rock poster-laden bedroom of our one-time lead love interest, Britta Perry, whose look of wide-eyed terror is overscored by the sound of Dean Pelton's morning announcements as we cut to the courtyard of Greendale for the first time this year.

Britta--in her traditional leather jacket--stands, quietly taking a series of deep breaths, finally getting up the nerve to take those first steps back onto the campus where she poured her heart out in the middle of the school transfer dance the preceding May. She finally feels secure...until...the inevitable.

"Celebrate your fresh start TONIGHT(!) at the Fresh Start Dance in the cafeteria...THE SAME CAFETERIA where Britta Perry publicly professed her love to Jeff Winger...who then walked out on her. UNFORGETTABLE!"

Thanks, Dean Pelton.

Britta hides her face and quickly scampers away, as the camera pans over to the arriving Pierce and Troy, discussing the fun they've had over the summer, with Pierce eventually comparing them to Batman and Shaft. Troy whips out his phone, quickly texting Pierce's latest ignorant slip of the tongue to a Twitter account he's established called "Old White Man Says"; a reference to that other Twitter account. Cut to the arriving Annie and Abed, already reading the fresh tweet on Annie's cell phone, and then we're off to our comfort zone: the study room, where Shirley runs to the camera, the study group, and all of us with open arms and a big hug waiting.

Everyone is hugging and catching up; notably Jeff and Annie. The latter of whom has latched herself onto the former, who kindly pries her off before addressing the group, who suddenly realize they aren't complete. Britta isn't here. A moment of silence, some brief (and as always, hilarious) sobbing from Troy, and then...Pierce...

"Hey! Did you guys see Toy Story 3?!"

Sadness over, as the group becomes a cacophony of voices expressing their child-like wonderment at Pixar's latest work...which is about the moment when Britta finally emerges from her hiding place behind the couch, and the group guiltily greets their quickly-forgotten member. (One of my favorite moments here; in the midst of all the hasty greetings, Troy: "HEYYY, TOY STORY 3...how's it goin'?")

Britta shushes the group and declares her profession of love to Jeff a foolish act; a moment of weakness brought on by her competition with Lauren Stamile's since-unseen Professor Slater. She wants to forget it ever happened and offers Jeff an apology...which Pierce quickly accepts. Her new concern is dealing with derision from the rest of the Greendale population; particularly the fresh-out-of-high-school female quotient, who she fears will bring her back to the awkwardness of her own teenage years. Jeff argues that he's the one who was most embarrassed, to which Britta agrees to disagree and our study group heads off to their first day of Anthropology 101. (Hey, that's the title of the episode!)

Once in the hall, Britta's fears are seemingly realized as she's immediately approached by a pair of teeny-boppers (including much-lusted-after 5 Second Films star Kelsey Gunn, in a recurring cameo) who gigglingly declare Britta "the coolest" for her "fearless" declaration of love last season. Britta kindly tries to explain that she may have overstated her feelings, but the teeny-boppers won't have it, even asking for her autograph...which she quickly provides.

"I don't like where that's going," intones Jeff, watching from a distance, before turning to face Annie, smiling up and him with a wealth of adoration. He quickly informs Annie that their kiss was a mistake, and that anything they might have going needs to stop NOW, before he ends up a social pariah or worse, a registered sex offender. Annie unconvincingly giggles out that she understands completely and vows to end it here before skipping off to class.

"I don't like where THAT's going," laments Jeff...and I would argue, Dan Harmon.

I apologize for how recap-heavy that just got, but I felt it important to fully capture these first four minutes, as I believe they're the last we'll ever see of what this show was just a scant season before it. I can't promise I won't recap further (seriously; I'm writing this as I go), but on this third viewing, it became abundantly clear that THIS was the divide.

This is, intentionally or not, no better illustrated than in the opening sequence that follows it, as this particular playing of The 88's "At Least It Was Here" (the show's wonderful and infinitely catchy theme song) sounds like it's being faintly echoed through a tunnel. Assuredly, this is merely a lapse in the sound mixer's better judgment and/or a random technical difficulty on my local NBC affiliate's part, but today, it felt like an aural representation of how far we're about to travel away from what this show once was.

(Alright, screw it. Recaps with commentary peppered throughout are the way this is going to go. I'm figuring this out right along with you. Sorry. I tried. Don't leave.)

We come out of that dank sewer pipe of an opening to the bright orange-painted classroom where most of our academic experiences will take place this season, as Jeff and Annie pass by their disgraced former Spanish teacher Ben Chang (Ken Jeong); now a student, who assures the pair that his presence in this course is NOT because he misses them, nor is it an attempt to join their study group.

"Have you checked out the course description?" he asks, indicating a course catalog on the desk, "Ancient weaponry? GENITAL MUTILATION?--This subject's talkin' my Chang-uage." (The first of many Chang puns we'll hear this season.)

Across the room, Britta enters to a round of applause from a group of teenage girls up front. Jeff takes a seat next to Abed who quickly explains that--in addition to recurring character Starburns (Dino Stamatopolous) deciding to start wearing a top hat in a bid to reinvent himself--Britta has become an admired figure in the wake of our Season 1 finale, "making her the underdog, the jiltee, the Aniston."

A quick detour from our recap now, as the next few lines mark another turning point. Abed asks Jeff if he has any hillbilly cousins, a wealthy uncle, or an old drinking buddy-turned-transgender; explaining he's looking forward to the new year in the hopes that the study group may "move away from soapy relationshippy stuff and into bigger, fast-paced, self-contained escapades."

Back in September 2010, this line went past me as no more than some classic Abed pop culture-loving goodness...now, this moment rings darker. In this moment, creator Dan Harmon has taken the most lovable character, the very heart of this show and--much like Jeff just moments earlier--used him as a mouthpiece for his desires as this show's figurehead.

Now, before I continue, let me say this. This is Dan Harmon's show. I get that. Art--and particularly comedy--is a very subjective thing; so there's no right or wrong here. (Don't hold me to that, though; particularly when we get to "Epidemiology".) However, in listening to his interview on WTF? and reading his interview over at The A.V. Club, it's become clear the true root of why Season 2 took such a drastic and--in my view--unwelcome turn.

As always, it's a combination of network pressure (although, NBC really has no business questioning the direction of their programming given their recent failings; just saying) and Harmon's own desperate need for approval. As will become clearer as we go on, he saw the massive public approval of Season 1 episodes like "Contemporary American Poultry" and especially "Modern Warfare", and didn't ever stop to consider the old adage about too much of a good thing...but we'll get there.

Back to our show now, where this week's guest star Betty White (I love her, but my God, was she on EVERY show last year) kicks off her first class as Professor June Bauer by hilariously blowing a sedative dart at Starburns, and introducing herself in a short and fantastic monologue...

"My name is Professor June Bauer and this semester, I will guide you to the very threshold of your humanity. We will lock eyes with the SHRIEKING, BLOOD-DRENCHED, SISTER-RAPING BEAST from which we sprang. ...You will also have to make a diorama."

Love it.

Cut to the Greendale cafeteria, where after Pierce provides Troy another line for "Old White Man Says", Chang approaches Jeff at the lunch line for the following exchange (and disregard what happens after the 20-second mark; we'll get to that shortly)...


...that having happened, Jeff's attempt to get some mac-and-cheese is rebuffed by a snarky cafeteria lady who quips, "Sorry. Looks like your food just walked out on you." From behind, we hear a group of Britta's newfound fans giggling, leading us to this...


Gillian Jacobs delivery of "HIGH ON MY OWN DRAMA?!" is one of my favorite moments on this show ever. That will never change. (I've found myself overexpressively mouthing it along with her every time I've watched this scene lately.)

Jeff makes a hasty exit, followed by Annie who offers comfort (READ: herself) but instead gives him an idea. An awful idea. Jeff Winger gets a wonderful, AWFUL idea. (Yeah, I busted out a Grinch quote. Wanna fight about it?)

We return to Anthropology (presumably the same day, which...I've never heard of a college class that breaks for lunch, but no matter), where after Professor Bauer disgusts her students with a certain "restorative" beverage (READ: her own urine), she issues them their first assignment: a box full of nine native items, one of which is the most important tool for humanity's survival.

Jeff raises his hand, stands up, and walks in front of a table at which sit Annie, Shirley, and Britta...and raises a giant (albeit, hilarious) middle finger to not just all the overdramatic romantics who created all the Jeff/Annie and/or Jeff/Britta 'shipper videos on YouTube, but--as would eventually become clear--people like me who thought Season 1 was PERFECT...with this...


One of the most recurring concepts put forth by Dan Harmon in interviews and very often on the Season 1 DVD commentary, is that he never wanted Jeff and Britta to follow a typical, sitcom romantic plot. He specifically and repeatedly cites The Office's Jim and Pam as a path he never wanted to take...and good for him...but--despite the fact that last September, I LOVED THIS and still appreciate it a great deal now--THIS was a drastic and I would argue, somewhat insulting way to go about avoiding it.

Trust me, I'm as tired as anyone of the repetitive nature of relationships on television; the idea of "Oh, here are our two attractive opposite-sex leads! They have to be DESTINED for one another!"...but what Harmon doesn't seem to understand, is that he had already dodged the bullet of conformity. That the first season of Community so quickly stopped being about Jeff Winger's pursuit of Britta Perry and became the ensemble comedy it should be already told me and anyone else that he had no intention of giving us years of "Will they?/Won't they?" horseshit and I--along with I'm willing to bet, a lot of its viewers--accepted that. In short, the remainder of "Anthropology 101" adds mean-spirited insult to a nonexistent injury.

We were with you, Mr. Harmon. You didn't have to spit in our faces.

Commercial break, and then we're back to a close-up of Britta and Jeff angrily and repeatedly kissing and gritting their teeth through declarations of love, as Annie (who quickly leaves to go vomit), Shirley, Abed, and Britta's "fans" watch gleefully.

"I downloaded a song that makes me think of you," Jeff grits, producing an iPod, "let's listen to it, each using one earbud." (Dan Harmon REALLY kind of hates Jim and Pam, doesn't he?)

Across the room, Abed proposes that he and Shirley spinoff together (perhaps opening a hair salon), lamenting, "I wanted to come out of the gate having adventures like paintball. This is boring."

"Well, I think that's selfish, Abed," retorts Shirley, "If you were a friend of Jeff and Britta, you would see their relationship as an adventure." Annie returns to the table just in time to see Jeff and Britta walking away, an earbud apiece, a hand in each other's back pocket...at which point she promptly exits to vomit again.

This exchange sends such a mixed message. Abed is once again clearly--and I would argue, uncharacteristically--acting as Dan Harmon's mouthpiece; or more likely, the mouthpiece of a Dan Harmon who has been convinced that Season 1-style episodes are unacceptable and hence, won't get him the attention/approval he demands. Abed, indeed, wouldn't be so selfish.

As for Shirley, I've done a lot of thinking as to who she's meant to represent here. Is she the teeny-bopper YouTube 'shipper video type? Is she the network? Is she me and others like me, who--while agreeing that this intentionally cartoonish leap in Jeff and Britta's relationship is ridiculous (yet hilarious; once again, I won't dispute that)--think that the gradually evolving course of the show in Season 1 was the right course for Season 2, as well?

Regardless of who she's meant to represent, I feel somewhat offended that this party who disagrees with Dan Harmon's new direction is portrayed by the most naïve--which I say with love--character on this show. Yes, it's Harmon's call where this show goes, but if I as a fan disagree, that doesn't make me uneducated or beneath him, and it bothers me that he doesn't seem to get that. There ARE occasions where the customer is right. It's not always, as the incorrect (trust me, I've worked a lot of retail) adage goes...but it's also much more often than he's giving his audience credit for.

Moving right along, to the study room where the group (sans Jeff for the moment) is inspecting all the native tools given to them for their class project. Pierce makes his bid for what the most important tool to humanity's survival is (I'll give you a hint; it's NOT in the box the professor gave them), and we have our next "Old White Man Says" quote, as Jeff enters, apologizing for being late...


Their competition still going strong, Jeff and Britta both fumble for the ring. They each HAVE to be the one to propose...but Britta wins this round, popping the question to an immediate--and defiant--"Yeah. Yeah, of course" from Jeff. (Make no mistake. I love surreal comedy, and I can't stress enough, I DO--for the most part--love this. Name one other show that has turned a romance into such a messed-up competition. I rest my case.)

Save for Annie who is visibly crushed, the rest of the study group--most notably Shirley; continuing to feed my theory that she's meant to be Dan Harmon's detractor--celebrate wildly, as Abed dips out of the room momentarily. In the midst of all this, Shirley lets slip her knowledge of Jeff and Britta having had sex on the study room table during "Modern Warfare", and the room turns from celebration to disgust (or in the case of Troy, half-disgust/half-impression, as his reaction is hilariously, "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH...some."), at which point, this happens...


...a moment of silence, and then, THIS...


With that most hilarious reappropriation of a Cranberries song out of the way, Troy informs Abed what the group has just learned, with Annie explaining that the kiss happened outside the school Transfer Dance (or as fans will remember, the Tranny Dance), mere moments after Britta professed her love to Jeff. Shirley is the most vocally disappointed which leads to this...


"So this was all A GAME?!" cries Shirley, marking her transformation from representing the one who disagrees with the direction the show is taking to speaking for someone who is supposed to take the goings-on of the last few moments as an education, courtesy of Dan Harmon. By this moment, we're supposed to accept what the show is going to become. I can't do that, now that I know what's coming.

From here, the floodgates blow wide open, with Britta taking Annie to task for kissing Jeff, Troy taking Jeff to task for "hogging all the girls", Jeff taking Troy to task for "Old White Man Says", and a HILARIOUS slap-fight between Pierce and Troy in which we learn that Troy has his own moments of humorous ignorance (most notably believing that all dogs are male and all cats female, to which he retorts, "There's no way to disprove that. Have you ever seen a cat penis?"; God bless Donald Glover).

Abed, having heard enough, slips on his backpack and addresses the room, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you...CANCELLED." This is the moment that I believe sums this episode's place in Community's Season 1-to-Season 2 shift, illustrated by the following exchange between Jeff and Abed:

JEFF: Oh, good. Yeah, Abed, cancel us...and while you're at it, why don't you take your cutesy "I can't tell life from TV" gimmick with you. You know, it's very [air-quotes] "Season 1".
ABED: [pauses, turns to Jeff] I can tell life from TV, Jeff. TV makes sense. It has structure, logic, rules...and likable leading men. In life, we have this. We have you.

Abed exits, leaving the study room in contemplative silence. Jeff's once-best man, the George Clooney impersonator quips, "I'm on the clock for another hour if you want me to do some Batman lines." Commercial break.

Watching this scene this time around, I just want to yell at the screen..."YOU CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS, HARMON!". In a matter of three lines, he's taken Abed Nadir, this sweetheart of a character whose pop-culture love made Season 1 what it was and had him simultaneously defend and condemn that love--and by exchange, his very character--in one fell swoop.

I feel it necessary at this time to recognize Abed's condition. Though never stated outright--outside of Jeff trying to put him down in the pilot by telling him he has Asperger's Syndrome--Abed is a high-functioning autistic. In a number of the DVD episode commentaries in Season 1, creator Dan Harmon expresses his deep gratitude to the members of the autistic community who have embraced Abed as a hero. He's brought a primetime televised voice to the untold millions afflicted by this disorder. Knowing this, I remember even the first time, feeling very uncomfortable watching scenes like what I've just described.

Rest assured, this isn't the most egregious occasion of this show ignoring/defying not just Abed's condition but the character's established personality in general (all in favor of making him Harmon's mouthpiece, once again; disgusting), and be damned sure I'll be making note of them as I cover Season 2's later episodes. It gets kind of offensive, to be honest.

When we return from commercials, Jeff slinks into the Anthropology classroom to the disapproving stares of his classmates, and takes a seat at seemingly the only welcoming table in the room; in the back, right next to Starburns who slimily commends him for having had his experiences with both Annie and Britta. "First the blonde, then the brunette," he raves, "What more could you have gotten out of that group?". Jeff has a look of realization on his face as Betty White's Professor Bauer enters...


Jeff awakens in the school medical center, surrounded by the study group, who inform him that Professor Bauer has been suspended and as such, the whole class has gotten an A on the assignment. While he's been unconscious, the group has come to agree with Jeff's answer. They need more respect in their relationships and less passion. Annie adds that she now finds Jeff gross, so there goes that plotline.

Troy apologizes to Pierce for "Old White Man Says" and vows to cancel the account...that is until Pierce finds out it has 600,000 followers, and suggests they find a way to monetize it. "How about Old White Man Says: The TV Show?" he posits. The group all agrees that's a bad idea (just like CBS did about a month ago), and Abed apologizes for trying so hard to make their first week back at school so great, when they already had something great in front of them, "An old woman drinking her own pee."

Enter a guilty-looking Chang, who finally admits he's only in Anthropology in a bid to join the study group, concluding with quite possibly the single funniest line (and without question the best Chang pun) of the season...


You may remember in the first installment of "Community Service" my noting a marked change in the character of Ken Jeong's Ben Chang...and there it was. It's kind of odd, considering what goes on to be my overarching major problem with Season 2 (SPOILER ALERT: It's too many gimmick episodes) that I don't have much of a problem with such a bizarre left turn of a scene from this show. I should note that I'm even more grateful that this is about as crazy as Chang's character development got, especially after reading the following portion of the afore mentioned four-part A.V. Club interview with Dan Harmon (prepare for a LONG-ASS quote):

"The first episode—and I’ll put it on the DVD so people can see it—there was a debate about the ending. We do an ending of the first episode, where Jeff does the standard, ironic setup of, “Oh, what’s the worst that can happen if Chang’s in the study group?” and we cut to this sort of Gollum scene where he’s stroking the study room table, and it cuts back and forth, so there was pushback on that from the network, predictably enough, because it’s weird. And I was going, “Okay, first day of school, no problem, pushback, let’s use this as an opportunity to make this even better.” The way I make things better is by grounding them, darkening them, edging them, so I actually preferred the new thing that we did shoot, which was Joel saying, “What’s the worst that can happen?” And you just cut to Chang walking outside the medical office, and the camera dollies on him, and he’s twitching. And he’s got this glare in his eye, and it’s just a very slow dolly, and you hear, faintly, the sort of Chinese lullaby that you heard in “Modern Warfare,” when he was Chow Yun-Fat. And you hear, also, inexplicably, other sounds including a baby crying, and it builds to this intensity.

I liked it. It reminded me more of Spaced, where it’s like, “Okay, this is funny because it’s not that funny.” And, predictably enough, being presented with those two choices, the brass wanted the silly Gollum ending. The problem was that I’m a creative, I can’t unring bells, so I had seen that ending with Chang, and I had fallen in love with the storyline that we were gonna pursue. The reason I put the baby crying in there was because I wanted to link it with this concept that Chang had eaten his twin in utero, which was a joke that Andrew Guest had written in the first season for the Family Day episode. It feels like such a throwaway, but I just was in love with the idea of actually revealing this incredibly deep foundation to his personality and disorders, and we had this whole thing plotted out where we were going to tell this seasonal story of how he’s plagued by the guilt that his mother put in him that he had a twin in the uterus, and it was a little girl, and he ate her. And [his mother] dressed him up in little dresses and said, “I wish you were your sister instead,” and that rejection triggers these psychotic breaks in him. We were gonna slowly bring in the ghost of his dead sister, playing with a little ball and encouraging him to do bad things. We were gonna slowly uncork that, one step at a time, so that we wouldn’t have to pitch it to anybody, because obviously the answer would be, “No, don’t do that.”

And so I started looking at Chang like a big joke that would happen one joke at a time. So it’s ironic, sometimes, that the people who wanna protect your show from too much craziness often cause a less marketable craziness. Like, “Oh, that seems weird, don’t put it in the show,” or, “Okay, that seems less weird than the weirder thing, so do that instead.” And you end up with a character who spends—and this is not a bad thing—the year not knowing his place because he’s been disconnected from his God, i.e. the writers. So he just wanders, and that was the big discussion: what to do with Ken Jeong at the beginning of season two."

I'll be honest. I've been pretty dark and melodramatic about Dan Harmon's vision for this show in this entry, and I know that's probably pretty unfair. We've all heard horror stories of network executives who have ZERO business dipping into the creative side of things mucking things up something fierce. I sympathize with the man. I truly do.

As I stated above (and certainly contradicted countless times in this entry), I have no right to argue with a show's creator what's right or wrong about how he chooses to handle his stories, characters, etc. ...but there ARE certain...unpleasant (that's a good word for it) ways to handle a show like this, and as a lover of entertainment and a passionate fan of this show, I take it very personally.

(Right here is where I added that disclaimer up there. Don't worry about old Jeff. He knows when he's getting to be a bit much...or at least a few paragraphs away from that moment.)

However, let me stop this madness right now and just say it: I like this episode. I know, to read a lot of what you've just read, you'd think I not only despised the episode but the series at large. This is not the case. Matter of fact, as I recall, the first four episodes of Season 2 were alright by me when they originally aired, and I fully expect a positive result again.

What you just read was merely me laying the groundwork for just how dark and angry it's going to get during this series called "Community Service". (Seriously, by episode 6...yeesh. Hold on to your pants.)

...and so, in an effort to bring things to a pleasant (albeit, somewhat abrupt) conclusion, I'll leave you with this: from the closing credits of "Anthropology 101", a recreation of sorts of the beloved "La Bliblioteca" rap from episode 102 featuring guest star Betty White...

...and that wraps it up for "Community Service" this week. I'll be back next week to discuss (hopefully at much less length) episode 202 entitled "Accounting for Lawyers" with special guest stars Rob Corddry and Drew Carey.

Until then, seriously, Dan...it could be worse. Count your fucking blessings, sir.

PEOPLE'S CHAMPION!

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

"Community" Service: The Preamble

(You like that?--Snazzy, right?)

Fall 2009 was a very exciting time to be Jeff Heatherly. It was the beginning of my senior year of college, I had just met some of the best friends I would ever have, and there were a gaggle of promising new shows on the network television slate.

FOX had Glee. Now, you must keep in mind that this when all we had to go on was its TREMENDOUS pilot, and had no idea that it would--by the end of its second episode--become the ridiculous and unwatchable mess that it is now.

ABC had Cougar Town, a show with a title that still sticks in a lot of people's craws, but has fast become one of the best comedies on television. (Modern what-now?)

...and then there was NBC. At the time, the network had just handed the keys to one of its most notable franchises (The Tonight Show) to your hero and mine, Conan O'Brien. By exchange, they'd also kicked off what would end up one of the biggest losing gambles in network television history in the weeknightly 10pm Jay Leno Show.

In a way, all of their focus had been drawn away from the 8-10pm portion of their primetime schedule; something made evident when comparing their new (and bountiful) batch of programs this year with the paltry selection they had just two short autumns ago.

Of the eight new shows presented at the 2009-2010 upfronts in May of that year, only two have truly survived: the critically-acclaimed (but pretty low-rated) Parenthood and the would-be jewel of the new Thursday night line-up, Community.

I, having been an avid viewer of E!'s The Soup since my freshman year of college, was pleased as punch to see its host Joel McHale given not only a primetime comedy to headline, but to kickoff the most legendary night of network television in history. Add in Chevy Chase, and this quirky upstart sitcom quickly became my SHOW TO WATCH.

As you can understand, I was even more excited when a few days before its September 17 premiere date, the pilot appeared as a free download on the iTunes Store. (To date, it's still in my library.) As I recall though, I actually held out on watching it until it debuted, following the sixth season premiere of The Office.

I'll be honest. Our first trip to Greendale Community college in (near as we've been told) a suburb of Denver, Colorado was...well, a pilot. It didn't exactly--to steal a phrase from the great Doug Benson--knock my dick in the dirt. However, it also didn't completely turn me away. It had its wonderful cast, its notorious eye for pop culture references, and a fair amount of laugh-out-loud moments. I had recently become a pretty hardcore optimist, believe it or not; so I was willing to go on a journey with this show.

Over the next nine-ish months and 24 further episodes, Community became the highlight of my Thursday nights and a frequent topic of conversation among my fellow Media Studies majors; and it did it all through its mastery of logical human stories with intelligent wit and a deep and abiding love for classic television and film, particularly of the 1980s. (The pilot episode, as it aired, was dedicated to beloved writer/director John Hughes who had passed away a little over a month prior. His influence is unmistakable throughout the first season, with Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles references in particular, peppered throughout the episodes.)

From the beginning, the show's pop culture love stemmed from one character: the ever-lovable Abed Nadir, played by up-and-comer Danny Pudi in an absolutely star-making performance. His outburst in the pilot--lines from Judd Nelson's "Banner Year at the Bender Family" monologue in The Breakfast Club--quickly sets the tone for both the character and the series as a whole.


Abed LOVES entertainment. No. Abed IS entertainment, and in him, I quickly realized I had found a kindred--albeit fictional--spirit. For as much as I was initially attracted to this series for the chance to see the man who had entertained me for so many years just standing in front of a green screen being sarcastic lead an NBC sitcom, it became rapidly apparent: Joel McHale's Jeff Winger is not the star of Community. He's the straight man, and that works.

Surrounding McHale, along with the incomparable Pudi and the aforementioned Chevy Chase as moist towelette magnate Pierce Hawthorne, is a cast of very talented individuals, who each carved out their own unique characters almost immediately.

There's Jeff Winger's would-be love interest Britta Perry, played by the--as the pilot repeatedly reiterates--Elizabeth Shue-esque Gillian Jacobs. In the first few episodes, Britta acts as nothing more than the proverbial macguffin; the thing that pulls Jeff Winger into this group of people that will change his life forever. However, as the inaugural season goes along, she fleshes out into a deeply flawed but well-meaning figure of loving ridicule from the rest of our cast; like a significantly less tragic Meg Griffin. For example:


There's the recently-divorced Christian housewife Shirley Bennett, played by longtime character actress Yvette Nicole Brown. From the off, Shirley takes the role of our study group's surrogate mother. She's supportive and--more often than not--unshakably optimistic, but one false move, and she WILL cold-cock you. While preparing to deliver this opening statement (READ: about a sentence into this very paragraph), I discovered the following fan-made video montage that sums her up pretty well...


One of the greatest strengths of the first season of Community is its combination of naturally evolving comedic storytelling and dynamic characterization. In terms of the latter, our next two characters are exemplary.

For starters, we have Troy Barnes, the disgraced former high school quarterback played by the multi-talented (emphasis on MULTI-FUCKING-TALENTED) Donald Glover. (Watch this. 'Nuff said.) In the pilot--save for a few moments of pure Glover--Troy is every dumb jock you've ever seen portrayed. What's more, as noted in the first-season DVD commentary, he was originally written for a typical, Aryan-looking (blonde hair/blue eyes) white guy; but over the rest of Season 1, through the show's skillful writing, a seemingly-fated (and infinitely WONDERFUL) pairing with Danny Pudi's Abed, and Donald Glover's breakout performance, he quickly went from this...


...to this.


In the pairing of Troy and Abed, Community has unmistakably caught lightning in the proverbial bottle, and no matter what becomes/has become of this show, they will always be a highlight.

Also undergoing a welcome and well-plotted character evolution is the study group's youngest member, Annie Edison played by Mad Men's Trudy Campbell, Alison Brie. In the DVD commentary of the pilot episode, creator Dan Harmon tells us that Annie was originally envisioned as an unholy combination of Reese Witherspoon's Tracy Flick in Election and conservative nutlog/The View panelist Elizabeth Hasselbeck. However, in yet another case of writing-meets-performance, it's not long before that innocent, buttoned-down shell is quickly cracked open to reveal--and I mean this in the most loving way possible--TV's youngest sexy librarian. I won't deny it. I am one of countless scores of heterosexual nerds who've been struck pretty hard by the allure of Alison Brie; despite Community's constant (to a point) attempts to keep our thoughts of Annie as un-lascivious as possible.

Additionally (prepare for SPOILERS!), Annie's distinctive transformation is at the center of the first season's biggest shocker and, indeed, its season-ending cliffhanger, as she gradually becomes the new object of Jeff Winger's affections; sating the wishes of countless YouTube 'shippers and setting the show on what we were left to presume to be its course in Season 2.

As for the dynamism of the show's remaining repertory faces (the admittedly overexposed Ken Jeong's Señor Ben Chang and the incomparable Jim Rash's Dean Craig Pelton; the latter of whom NEEDS to be added to the opening credit sequence in Season 3), that'll certainly come up in later editions of "Community Service", but for the most part, our most recurring Greendale faculty members stick to a general state of slightly unhinged (the operative word being SLIGHTLY; something that will--unfortunately--drastically change in Season 2) in the case of Chang...


...and in the case of Dean Pelton, a comical undercurrent (operative word being UNDERcurrent; something affected by yet another unwelcome--albeit more tolerable than that of Chang--alteration in Season 2) of inappropriateness. Por ejemplo...


ALL OF THIS BEING SAID, the point I'm trying to make here...Season 1 of Community is, in a word, PERFECT. Every episode (yes, even the pilot), is an enjoyable experience from start to finish. In my opinion, there isn't a single moment that rings false or disheartening. Our characters evolve naturally and the writing never betrays the personalities they establish. The comedy organically makes a gradual shift from somewhat standard--albeit well-written and acted--single-camera sitcom fare to humor generated AND aided by what we know of the Greendale universe.

Let me reiterate: IT'S PERFECT...

...which regrettably brings me to the reason I've decided to do this series.

Season 2 of Community premiered on September 23, 2010. After a summer wondering about the repercussions of the first season finale's jaw-dropping final shot and rewatching the episodes REPEATEDLY as they rolled by on Hulu, I couldn't wait to rejoin Jeff Winger and his Spanish-turned-Anthropology study group...and at first, things went swimmingly.

Over the next five episodes...something began to go HORRIBLY wrong...and that's where what's about to unfold here at "Entertainment on Jeff's Terms" comes in.

Over the next 24 parts, I'll be rewatching each episode of Community's sophomore (resist the urge to make a mournful pun about it being sophomoric, Jeff) season, going beat-by-beat and trying to figure out how a show that once brought me so much joy could so drastically shift into something that caused me so much pain.

Feel free to disagree if you must, but let me have this. I need closure.

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Stay tuned for further editions of "Community Service", my dear readers; and keep a look out for more new content, coming a few times a week, right here at "Entertainment on Jeff's Terms".

Until next time. Comment. Compliment. Love.