The Bald and the Beautiful
Like many women, I am a sucker for fashion magazines.
You know the type. They purport to solve relationship
woes, give sound career advice, and show the path to
an eternally flat tummy. They tell us what hemlines
are in, what diets are out, and they have a lot
of advertisements for things most of us will never be
able to afford. They display a fantasy world I doubt I
shall ever enter; they suborn my staunch feminist
ideals with their focus on cellulite-free thighs; they
make me wonder how I shall ever manage a successful
relationship if I can't even figure out which answer
in the monthly Quiz will give me the highest score.
Yet I find myself oddly compelled to read their words
of alleged wisdom.
Which is exactly why I decided to watch the sitcom
Just Shoot Me, set in the offices of New
York-based glam mag Blush. It is also why I
enjoy Just Shoot Me so much... because the show
understands the irony of independent and intelligent
women reading such trash as well as I do, a fact that
it established in the very first episode.
Maya Gallo (Laura San Giacomo), a very serious
journalist, suffers a career disaster and must ask her
loving but absent-minded father, publishing magnate
Jack Gallo (George Segal), for a job. She soon finds
herself with a shiny new office, a desk full of
whiz-bang stationary, and the realisation that she is
now that which she has always despised: a fluff
writer. Her assignments include such world-shaking
topics as "The Ten Sexiest Lipsticks" and "Orgasms in
Three Easy Steps," and Maya is not pleased. Add to
this her new colleagues -- ex-model fashion editor
Nina Van Horne (Wendie Malick), lothario photographer
Elliott DiMauro (Enrico Colantoni), and snarky
receptionist-type Dennis Finch (David Spade) -- and
her nightmare is complete.
Over the years, the main attraction of this sitcom for
me -- and, after all, it is only a sitcom -- has
shifted. I now watch mainly for the relationships.
These people palpably hate each other at times (and
nothing is funnier), but they also share a real
affection. Jack is thoroughly dependent on his
assistant, Dennis Finch, who regards his employer with
a mixture of hero-worship and complete disdain that
makes what could be a one-dimensional character
real... and kind of endearing. Nina's occasional
moments of clarity reveal her to be as vulnerable as
the next gorgeous woman, and an on-again-off-again
romance will always capture my interest: in this case,
it's Maya and Elliott who can't make up their minds
whether or not to be together. At the moment, they're
thinking not.
Now in its sixth season, Just Shoot Me
continues to deliver the odd dynamics and oh-so-clever
bon mots, as well as the borderline fantastical
situations endured by its increasingly quirky cast.
The fall season premiere saw the conclusion of last
year's cliff-hanger, with Finch fired from his job as
Jack Gallo's assistant as a result of being caught
in flagrante with Jack's much younger -- and
estranged -- wife, Allie (Kristin Bauer). Desperate to
get his job back, Finch tried bribery and flattery,
but was eventually reduced to taking on a new client:
Snoop Dogg. Jack eventually forgave and forgot and
wooed Finch back into his service, leaving Snoop (yes,
the real Snoop) to pine: "I'm gonna miss that little
blonde cracker."
Snoop Dogg is merely the latest of a legion of Just
Shoot Me guest stars who are actually, well,
stars. While many have played themselves -- cameo
appearances from the likes of Mark Hamill and Woody
Allen come to mind -- while others have stepped on
stage as family members and co-workers. From Brian
Dennehy as the diminutive Finch's manly father, to
French Stewart (3rd Rock From the Sun) as
Maya's beau, to Xena herself (Lucy Lawless) as
Elliott's hooker-cum-date, rarely does an episode go
by without a familiar face or two making an
appearance.
Chief among these, of course, are the models: Carmen
Electra, Amber Smith, the omnipresent Tyra Banks. They
have all stretched their acting ranges to appear as...
uh... models. Even former Models Inc. star
Cassidy Rae showed up as a covergirl med student, and
Finch somehow managed to marry (and then quickly
divorce) nymphomaniac supermodel Adrienne
(X-Men's Rebecca Romijn-Stamos). In an internet
poll, when viewers were able to choose the ending to
one episode, the options consisted of: 1) Finch makes
a move on Brooke Shields, 2) Finch gets picked up by
Brooke Shields, and 3) Don't pick this one, it gets
weird. Unsurprisingly, the third option won by a
landslide.
The culmination of all of this star-studdedness was in
the evocatively titled episode, "A&E Biography: Nina
Van Horne," when such luminaries as Jamie Farr (you
know, Klinger from M.A.S.H.), Jeri Hall, Don
Henley, and Vanna White reminisced about that most
raucous of former party girls. Notably absent from the
documentary was Nina's beloved best-friend Binnie, the
eternally drunk, coked-up, plastic-surgery-addicted
creature of whom much has been said, though we have
never seen her in the flesh. (And since she's set to
die in the episode airing on Oct 25, it seems unlikely
we ever will. Oh, woe!)
Still, it matters not how illustrious the guest stars,
talented the comedians or beautiful the extras, if the
writing doesn't deliver. Fortunately, in Just Shoot
Me, it does. The situations are often absurd and
the dilemmas cringe-worthy, but all of that pales
before the moments of cutting derision and
good-humoured wit that spring forth from the mouths of
these improbably hilarious New Yorkers. From Finch's
habitual spite ("Oh I just remembered. You're
boring... and my legs work") to Nina's tales of her
dubious past, to Maya's earnest, determined
enthusiasm, each character adds a special flavour to
the delicious cocktail of cutting barbs and charming
self-deprecation.
Primary among these is unlikely Casanova and fashion
photographer Elliott. Gloriously bald and puzzlingly
attractive, he is the very essence of what makes this
show so bizarre, and yet so very enjoyable. The fact
that this borderline geek (Colantoni memorably played
an alien in Galaxy Quest) can be successfully
portrayed as a rakish chick magnet is a triumph of
casting. It would have been easy to put a beauteous,
bedroom-eyed hunk in the role, to make women's hearts
beat faster and foster the illusion of impossible
glamour. Instead, Elliott's loveable goofiness, and
the fact that his position as Blush's staff
photographer lets a guy like him laid on a regular
basis, underline Just Shoot Me's point, that
the world of fashion magazines is shallow, empty,
completely fake... and very, very funny.