Funny: Robin Sparkles wished everyone would go to the mall. The teasers for How I Met Your Mother made it seem like Robin's big secret was Canadian porn. Lily and Marshall suspected that Ted's anti-marriage honey actually had a husband. Instead it turned out that Robin was once Canada's answer to Tiffany (our neighbors to the North didn't get the '80s until around 1993... strangely this helps explain Degrassi TNG). Her video featured bad hair, leggings, a robot co-star and an ill-advised rap. Awesome.
Not funny: Jessica Simpson wishes for peace in the Midwest. Off camera. It may seem like I'm picking on Studio 60, but let's think of it this way: instead of harping on Matt Albie being a COMIC GENIUS who wants to explain to everyone in America that he had nothing to do with Ricky and Ron's (or is it Ronnie and Rick's?) little sitcom, we'll focus on the Jessica Simpson thing. Let's be honest, she's not a tough target. A single joke about the dumb blonde host filling air time and making a dumb blonde mistake is one thing, but it felt like everyone in the cast got to take a shot at the unseen Simpson. And beyond the smugness of the jokes being about 3 years old (we might as well have brought up the great tuna/chicken debate or buffalo wings), the show's choice of Simpson seemed to dovetail with the Harry storyline. Tom and Simon (who are both dead to me) lectured Harry the whole episode that by posing in her underwear for some men's magazine, she's not going to stop losing parts to Debra Messing (really?), she's just going to play into the hands of those who fetishize the pious (are you listening, Jessica? What about you Kristin Chenoweth? I mean, not that you should be cause this in no way has anything to do with you. At all. For real.). I don't know what to tell you, kids. It wasn't as bad as the past few weeks, but it was no where near as entertaining as its pedigree would suggest.
Funny: Robin Sparkles wished everyone would go to the mall. The teasers for How I Met Your Mother made it seem like Robin's big secret was Canadian porn. Lily and Marshall suspected that Ted's anti-marriage honey actually had a husband. Instead it turned out that Robin was once Canada's answer to Tiffany (our neighbors to the North didn't get the '80s until around 1993... strangely this helps explain Degrassi TNG). Her video featured bad hair, leggings, a robot co-star and an ill-advised rap. Awesome.
Not funny: Jessica Simpson wishes for peace in the Midwest. Off camera. It may seem like I'm picking on Studio 60, but let's think of it this way: instead of harping on Matt Albie being a COMIC GENIUS who wants to explain to everyone in America that he had nothing to do with Ricky and Ron's (or is it Ronnie and Rick's?) little sitcom, we'll focus on the Jessica Simpson thing. Let's be honest, she's not a tough target. A single joke about the dumb blonde host filling air time and making a dumb blonde mistake is one thing, but it felt like everyone in the cast got to take a shot at the unseen Simpson. And beyond the smugness of the jokes being about 3 years old (we might as well have brought up the great tuna/chicken debate or buffalo wings), the show's choice of Simpson seemed to dovetail with the Harry storyline. Tom and Simon (who are both dead to me) lectured Harry the whole episode that by posing in her underwear for some men's magazine, she's not going to stop losing parts to Debra Messing (really?), she's just going to play into the hands of those who fetishize the pious (are you listening, Jessica? What about you Kristin Chenoweth? I mean, not that you should be cause this in no way has anything to do with you. At all. For real.). I don't know what to tell you, kids. It wasn't as bad as the past few weeks, but it was no where near as entertaining as its pedigree would suggest.
No comments:
Post a Comment