|How to Make It In America
||[Feb. 16th, 2010|01:52 pm]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
It takes a lot to make me turn off a TV show ten minutes into the pilot episode, and HBO's new comedy (?) How to Make It In America is a prime example of the kind of show that has me reaching for the remote.
Make It is like the worst kind of "self-absorbed twenty-somethings living in New York City" independent film, where all the women have careers and are emotionally mature while all the men are shiftless slackers who care more about getting laid or getting high than making a living and being well rounded adults (except the annoying douchebag male characters, of course, who all have high-paying jobs and model girlfriends with foreign-sounding names). The ten minutes I sat through were completely uninteresting, and there was no indication the next twenty would be any different. Even the presence of the great Luis Guzmán couldn't save this thing from being torn from my DVR recording schedule post-haste.
I always like it when a TV show takes place in New York City, especially when it's recognizably shot there instead of utilizing the "New York city block" set on some Hollywood backlot (I'm looking at you, Seinfeld and CSI: NY!), but even being set in my hometown can't make me like this lifeless, boring show.
You know how when there's an accident, the local beat cop directs pedestrian traffic away from the scene and says, "Keep moving, folks. Nothing to see here"? That also happens to be my opinion of How to Make It In America. There's nothing to see here.