Showing posts with label the office. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the office. Show all posts

Sunday, April 24, 2011

i love banter...but i HATE witty banter

...previously on The Office...

...and now...

The Office
"Training Day" & "Michael's Last Dundies"

The last two weeks have given us a surprisingly good Office ("Training Day") and a subpar one ("Michael's Last Dundies"). News of Will Ferrell's run as the new manager was off-putting given how much this popular show has resisted using big name guest stars, so the presence of Ferrell promised to be distracting. It was a relief at the beginning of "Training Day" to find Ferrell tapping his good actor and adjusting to The Office, just as Steve Carrell was so good amping up to Ferrell and Adam McKay's world in Anchorman.

The meet-cute between Michael Scott and Ferrell's DeAngelo Vickers strains the limits of human stupidity, but they play it so well together that they can stretch it that far without snapping the tone. They seem totally natural together, cavorting like schoolboys around the office after-hours. It is almost too perfect when Vickers chuckles "We should write a movie or something!" given both that Michael Scott did write a movie and that these are actually two movie stars acting on television.

There is much in these two episodes that is on the nose, but "Training Day" mostly keeps it on the right side of the top. It is oddly consistent and gratifying to hear Scott just announce that he loves fanfare for it's own sake. Given the conceit of meeting the new boss, several characters to some degree just state their role in the show, like this was Community or something. In any case, Mindy Kaling's demonstration of a staged "meet-cute" is further proof that she should have her own movie or sitcom.

The transition from Carrell I still suspect to be unwise but I'm curious to see how they'll handle it. One novel angle here is considering this cast of characters that has, over seven seasons, progressed beyond eccentric from the point of view of a newcomer. One of the most interesting wrinkles is Vickers' perception of who the funny guy is: Andrew Bernard (arousing telling hurt/questioning looks from Scott and Jim Halpert). Scott turns against Vickers on the one-two combo of this choice and the new guy finding a laugh where he couldn't.

Andy stumbles into this role through idiocy mistaken for wit. He soon tries to class up his humor with an actual well-constructed monologue joke that puts off Vickers due to its (non-partisan) political content. Vickers isn't interested in politics, and is repelled by Angela's gloating about her (closeted) state senator boyfriend. He's also repelled by Jim and Pam's gloating about their baby. Though Pam has made a swing back into sympathy in her role as corrupt office manager/corny joke-slinger, it is still gratifying when a character of power silences the couple's smug self-adoration. Vickers' "I know what yr doing, just quit it." stands next to the pre-school interviewer's "Have you ever considered that maybe yr not as charming as you think you are?" in the take-that-Jim-and-Pam canon.

Andy, meanwhile, devolves into buffoonery and then self-lacerating dancing-monkey status to retain his funny-guy status. It is uncannily interesting to see Ferrell playing a character devouring this kind of humor (the kind his detractors accuse him of pandering to). It (like so much this season) risks making the show into too much of a cartoon, but Ed Helms redeems it with his obvious and underplayed pain, resentment, and resignation. The episode has that Office hallmark of layering pain into the silliness.

On the pain front, Dwight is riding for a fall, confronting the knowledge that, after all these years, Michael did not so much as recommend him to succeed him. Yes, Dwight started off as the most obvious cartoon in the cast, and his wackiness has deepened, but so has his humanity and depth. Give or take one attempted coup and one brief resignation, he has been Dunder Mifflin's top salesman, hardest worker, and most loyal employee. It actually is wrong that those around him have never looked past his personal awkwardness and abrasiveness to acknowledge this.

"Training Day" crams at least three great set-pieces into 22 minutes, counting the opening meet-cute. Vickers successfully makes a power move by taking a shave (from Scranton's finest) in his/Scott's office. Scott counters by having Erin attempt to shave him. This potential disaster plays well as the writing straddles just the right side of Erin's mental defectiveness. Like Kevin, Erin can be one of the most charming characters on the show as long as she isn't nudged too far into cartoon retardation. Here, she needs to be quietly stopped from shaving Michael's lips, and that's just enough. She's also adorable locking up in a conflict over Scott's and Vickers' preferred phone greetings.

Michael's spiteful PB&J platter before the slightly peanut-allergic DeAngelo doesn't play as well. Childishly mean-spirited is part of the Michael Scott DNA and can be great in small gestures or directed at Toby. This sequence, however, crosses a line where it isn't the character's best look. Not quite as bad as his racist impression of Darryl last Halloween, but in the same vein. The peanut sequence, however, finds a segue into the third great set-piece. Vickers flees into the "multi-purpose room" (pointedly not the "conference room") and calls a meeting.

Michael unsuccessfully attempts to block everybody from obeying their new boss. As he sees them dutifully file in (and is unsubtly informed that he has lost Dwight's loyalty), he is forced to deal with the losses of his departure. When DeAngelo, in a classy move, comes out to defer to him, they have a reconciliation that is strange, silly, and moving.




blah blah blah:

"Everyone I know who skis is dead"
"The southwest is one of my favorite regions"
"I love the desert...it's one of my favorite ecosystems"
"C'mon, Darryl..."
Kevin's toupee recurs
"What do you think about bald people? I HATE them."
"I saw a hawk. Just looking at me."
Dr. Doolittle masculinity
"What's the Native American girl's name?" (Kelly, who's actually Indian, may have caught the eye of the clueless southwestern enthusiast.)


"Training Day" offered a lot to dig into, but "Michael's Last Dundies" was a disappointing follow-up. Like "Threat Level Midnight", it had problems following up a cherished old episode while dishing out something too cartoonish and off for The Office, then awkwardly trying to shoehorn traumedy into it. The occasion gives several characters occasions for one-off gags, and some of them hit. Many of them are laden with more serious contexts that are ill developed and often not paid off.

This is symptomatic of a problem with the decision to continue beyond Carrell/Scott. The show has lately been giving Michael some good special moments en route to what seems will be a satisfying, happy ending (though I would have been happy with a satisfying, unhappy ending like David Brent had). The problem is these moments have to awkwardly and jarringly compete with efforts to bring the supporting cast more to the fore. It is a great cast, but the writing has sometimes stumbled in doing this, and the limited space can make the Michael stuff seem abrupt and forced.

I'll keep watching until hope is sapped, as The Office still has one of the best casts and writers rooms in the business. While I prefer the American show to the British one, Gervais' creation will prosper historically given the soul of wit (brevity) and it's commitment to a stark, tragic, mundane structure. At seven seasons, the American The Office is long past its seasons 2-4 peak where it demonstrated an ability to stretch those story dynamics further and beyond. Now we're getting into the great unpossible valley.

To speak to this episode, it seemed not so necessary to saddle Ferrell with painful awkwardness. It would be fine if it came from a complex psychomatrix as in the case of the Michael Scott character, but DeAngelo (fingers crossed) won't be around for more than a 4-episode stretch, so what is the reward of putting him through that? Apparently to give him odd set-pieces where he and Michael do bizarre physical schtick and yell at each other. This is what we feared.

There was some serious material (Erin's disillusion with Gabe, Dwight's escalating, um, disillusion, etc.) but it was tossed off and put into the awkward framework of a Dundies that didn't seem nearly as communal and organic as it did many years ago at Chili's. They seemed ill developed and rarely developed for a payoff, more just a parade of grievances and odd shots. The funniest moments went to the writer/background-characters.

Paul Leiberstein got his fine Eyor on as Toby and we got to see BJ Novak's Ryan actually hurt not to be sexually harassed by Michael this year. On the non-writer side, my friend Khori has turned into a Kevin Malone advocate, and I understand that when I see him deliver the title of this post.

There was a video made by Scott that should have been funnier, but trying to cram in that level of awkwardness for Ferrell's brand new character was problematic. It also suffered from the "Threat Level Midnight" problem of being both laughably amateurish and way too sophisticated for Michael Scott to have put together.

It may have been a wash with a few laughs to pan, but the sentimental finale struck a chord in me, as falsely shoehorned in as it was. The whole staff joined Michael in the conference room to deliver a touching parody of a song. As we learned back in "Goodbye, Toby", Michael is a parody song enthusiast and practitioner. It was hard not to sniffle as the whole staff sung him his own goodbye song, a variant of "Seasons of Love" that turns into "Remember to Call". It makes perfect sense that this Office has just caught up to Rent.

Dwight Schrute is notably missing. I'm eagerly awaiting a hate/love final showdown on the scale of Hank on the final episode of The Larry Sanders Show.



Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Saturday, March 26, 2011

my stories (pt. 1)

apparently it will take me 2 nights to describe and comment on nbc's thursday night programming. here i have some words on 30 Rock and The Office.


I'd like to help, but my hands are tied
30 Rock

30 Rock is hilarious, but it hurts to watch with limited Tracey Morgan/Jordan. With the Tracey presence, it is a joke carousel about to fly off the wheels creating a dizzying euphoria where you don't have to think about everything too much because it has that screwball snap and lunatic absurdity. These jokes could be uncomfortable if they didn't fly so fast and take place in show biz, satirizing a community that is uniformly crazy while being both hypersensitive and brutally mercenary and calloused.

So far as I know, the show is written by a Benneton conglomerate of top notch New England joke slingers. Something in the show, in the dialog and the "wacky" situations, is almost unbearably misanthropic. This is impossible to overlook without the active participation of Tracey, himself a brilliant racist caricature. What goes on there? It is strange and beyond my comprehension. Donald Glover came through the show in its better years. In this episode, Hannibal Burress, current in-house black comic genius, had a walk-on as a prison inmate Jack was going to put in a Trading Places kind of scenario.

Why is this how they put Hannibal into the show for a single line of dialog? This is a cartoon show, but every cartoon beyond the single comedy writer lady trying to have it all and the bluebood titan of industry forces its characters into buffoonery, malice, criminality, and so on and so on. So of course it is funny. Funny and deeply troubling. There is no black male life in 30 Rock between Harvard snob, celebrity lunatic, and criminal/homeless. That is the triangle, and within it, a void. Gay men don't fare much better.

Unless they are played by Will Arnett, who is always a delight here, reducing Alec Baldwin to gossiping like a schoolgirl. Even better are the schoolboy imagination games they play in confrontations, this time jockeying for metaphorical roles in "The Itsy Bitsy Spider".

Very funny episode, and not as egregiously hateful as the show can be (which is still pretty egregious). They seem to think the LA uprising is a good setting for a cutaway flashback, which it could have been if it meant more than a lame "out-of-towner-in-LA-doesn't-know-how-to-refer-to-the-freeway" gag (okay, still funny thanks to Fey's performance).

Beneath all this ranting about the hate coursing through 30 Rock's well-educated witty veins, I think the problem is I don't give a rat's ass anymore. Liz and Jack have a nice dynamic, and everything else is a vehicle for laughs and zaniness, which hit hard once but have a bitter aftertaste. Maybe I shouldn't speak since I haven't rewatched an episode in a year or so (not like my glorious love affair with the program in season 3).

But back to the hatestream. I'm mad at it, because it is messing up my default love of Tina Fey. And my type adoration of the pretty smart girl with glasses. The show avoids a lot of questioning on the front of its queasy regard of society beyond this rarified existence. Because we all know it is smarter and prettier than us and will embarass us if we dare question it.

I've granted the show enough satire licences. Truth is it hates (and not in that delightful Virginia way). I'm sure it hates you, too, and has a lot of cruel, brilliant gags to throw at yr lifestyle and demographic. And you should love it because it is presided over by a lovable mess of a clever lady.

Still, very funny.



Well that's Dallas
The Office

Yeah, I cried a little, so what? Yr heart's made of stone?

So the exit strategy is official for the moment. Michael Scott should be marrying Holly Flax and heading up to Colorado to help look after her parents. This was set up well. Michael has no idea how real humans talk, so he's going from notions he's picked up from his still juvenile media intake, and he makes an awkward call to Holly's father to request approval to propose to her.

Remember when Pam was the receptionist? When transferring calls, she would fake him out and let him work out his first greeting instinct, which would usually involve mean-spirited sarcasm and/or a bad impression. Of course, calling Holly's dad, he opens up by insulting her and threatening to fire her. Then he asks the real question. Then we learn he was talking to voicemail.

The fallout of this indelicate message, when Holly hears back from her parents, is her realization that her father is beginning to suffer from senility if not outright dementia. Even in a delightful episode such as this, good Office always leavens the merriment with something real.

Oh, yeah, the delight! The staff is holding a garage sale in the warehouse amidst the big proposal plotline. Oscar gets to pawn off all of his Will & Grace crap that was mistakedly given to him as gifts. Ryan relishes bragging about conning his mom into preparing foodstuffs that he has now bottled for sale. Also, he has appropriated the likenesses of Phyllis and Oscar in his packaging. I rilly love writer BJ Novak's portrayal of Ryan, quietly shifting through the seasons into several shades of douche (excepting his glorious star arc in season 4 climaxing in "Night Out").

Dwight masterfully scams all of his co-workers through trade. One weakness he notes is Ryan's misuse of co-worker's faces, and he uses this to trade Stanley's photo album to him. Dwight works his way from a thumbtack to a telescope, which Jim manages to trade from him for a bag of magic beans.

This season has been a bit off as the writers deal with Carrell's impending exit and try to shift to the rest of the cast, but it has been doing better lately. The highlight of the garage sale plotline was Darryl, Andy and Kevin staking money on Dallas (the TV show): The Board Game. Darryl and Andy as a team are a recent surprise. It turns out Darryl, following up on his occasional role with Michael, rilly takes to mentoring dim white men. Kevin slides in easily as he jammed with them on the novelty frog song earlier this year and he has a gambling problem. He gets to give good exasperated victim through much of the game before sneaking away with victory. "Well that's Dallas" becomes The Office's equivilant to "Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown".

Incidentally, I hope Michael Scott burns something down before he leaves our lives. Preferably Utica. To the ground. We almost have this pleasure tonight before Pam intervenes. Michael's first proposal gesture involves sloppy gasoline writing very close to the office building and the automobiles of its workers. Pam is still very good at being a maternal firewall for Michael's most destructive instincts.

Speaking of that bitch, she's not as much of a bitch anymore. After her initial vulnerability and sadness, Pam had a period with Jim as the smuggest asshole couple in the paper company. Now that child rearing and grown up bills have humbled them, Pam has returned to lovability as the office manager, a title she fraudelently created for herself. She even organizes the office to help Michael craft a more sensible proposal plan.

This is where the (slight, I promise) crying comes. Michael takes Holly on a walk through the building, up and into the office. Along the way, he points out the moments he and we remember. Some that he didn't see (Toby's announcement that he's leaving for Costa Rica). Some that we didn't see (those two crazy kids have done some sweet and freaky things up and down the staircase). Some more memories as we stroll through The Office proper. Then they get to stroll past the cast fake proposing (I would also pay to see an Angela-Holly erotic encounter).

Yes, this is fan service, but it is fan service done well in comparison to "Threat Level Midnight" earlier this season. Finally, Michael does get to start his fire in a way. Several candles surround Holly's desk when he finally gets down on one knee and presents his awesome ring to her (he went by the "three years' salarie" rule). The sprinklers go on and our favorite lovers kiss soaked after a proposal spoken in some strange Yoda-Kermit-? language only they get.

This show loves showered proposals, because a loving couple making out in the rain (or the sprinklers) is beautiful. So beautiful that the supporting cast, acting as our surrogates, can't help but eavesdrop and barge in for hugs and high five/fist bump miscalculations. Then the news that Michael will be leaving shocks them. As it did us.