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Jess Burkle

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May 7 '12

The Today Show Problem: It’s Not Ann Curry.

This is no fan letter to Ms Curry. I find her to be a competent, passionate journalist who has worked hard for her place at the anchor desk alongside America’s High School Prom King Matt Lauer and his plaid jacket.. But with the recent fall of NBC’s Today from the top spot after sixteen years, this Curry has gone from green to red. (Only curry joke, I promise.)

Faster than you can say “Good Morning America seems five shades brighter than natural sunlight,” rumors started to fly about Ann Curry being replaced by Savannah Guthrie due to the dip. Nobody saw that coming… except for anyone watching NBC jam Guthrie and her endless series of trench coats down our throats for the past six months. 

But I submit to you that Ann Curry is not the problem, NBC is the problem.

No “liberal bias” argument here, simply the fact that there is no journalism. Without the humor of Meredith Viera in the morning, the thin layer of veneer that concealed Today is gone. Devoid of a frothy spontaneous air,Today shines as a self-promotion machine for its sister network and network shows.

What are Today’s top “stories”:

  • What’s Celebrity Apprentice star and general irrelevant figure Donald Trump have to say about an issue upon which he has no bearing?
  • Who got kicked off The Voice last night?
  • What Bravo-lebrity has created a scandal today?
  • Tori Spelling is here to… uh… 
  • That Betty White show looks funny, right, RIGHT?!?!?
  • The OctoMom is back… or did she ever leave the studio since 2009?

The empire has crumbled because NBC producers are obsessed with leading the conversation in lieu of reporting the news.

Their cold open - composed of one-part domestic news, one-part Nancy Grace porn, and one-part viral video - showcases everything wrong with the broadcast. The desperate attempt to talk about LapTop Dad, cross-promote The Biggest Loser cookbook, and pretend like Al Roker is a journalist has reached abort limits. Today no longer qualifies as any more informative than the NBC break room bulletin board. 

The solution: CBS News. 

Yes, that RC Cola of morning shows is the best news program on network television. You’d think that waking up with Charlie Rose would be like waking up and drinking straight bourbon; you’d think that waking up with Gayle King would be as irksome as Gayle King every other time you’ve seen her. But, it’s not! They’re charming and kind! They cover actual news! They don’t cross-promote CBS shows! They don’t conduct the broadcast from some antiseptic doll house that I’m supposed to believe the anchors hang out in like some celerity petting zoo. They ask questions of their guest that… are INTERESTING and SUBSTANTIVE. 

It sounds crazy - I never thought I’d say it. But I wake up every morning and look forward to CBS This Morning. And the NBC cool kids club, struggling to write coherent sentences of copy (Michelle Kosinsky and Peter Alexander, I’m looking at you) and trying to convince me that Maria Menounos, Jenna Bush Hagar, or Sarah Palin are journalists… well they’re banned from my morning.


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Apr 26 '12

Smish-“Smash”: 5 Ideas to Help the Show Everyone in the New York Arts World Wants to Succeed But Isn’t.

There’s a reason Law & Order was successful: the New York arts community rallied around the procedural so struggling actors of all stripes could have the chance to add “discovering dead hooker” to their demo reels. 

And with the recent creation of Smash, NBC’s increasingly-metatheatrical take on the creation of a Marilyn Monroe musical entitled Bombshell, an entire industry of writers, actors, singers, dancers, producers, agents, and Nuts4Nuts vendors had pre-ordered the Kool-Aid for drinking. But like Norma Jean herself, the show has fallen from great heights into an outrageously transparent, lifeless, hot mess featuring a Bollywood number last week. (My long-standing distaste for Indian fetishizing aside, it was a cry for help.)

So, here’s my rendition of “Let Me Be Your Script-Doctaaaaar!” to help save the tentpole-in-training with some easy fixes (having excluded the easiest option of “rehearsal room fire kills all characters except for Angelica Houston.”)

1. The clock is running, we should know. Suddenly, last episode, we learned that Bombshell is opening in Boston soon. Those are some fresh Boston-baked beans! I had no idea - rehearsals are pretty laxed! Viewers were collectively wondering about a deadline or possible season finale, but whatevs… Right now, Smash isn’t under any pressure. Get some. Instead of Angelica Houston getting her groove back in the footloose-and-fancy-free world of Lower East Side dive bars, she should be getting the squeeze from million-dollar investors anxious to see results. (Oh, wait. They killed off that tension by finding a mysterious rock star investor who didn’t really care that much. Oops. Fix that—make him a con man.) At the very least, have the title of each episode let us know how close the opening is. Chart a clear timeline and stick with it.

2. If I wanted to be watching Glee, I would watch GleeNBC, I get it; we all get it. You want to sell on iTunes. But in the long run (perhaps a term unfamiliar to television executives), it would be more profitable to have a hit show that ran for many seasons than to have me suffer thinly-veiled scenarios in which Katherine McPhee has to sing various genres. If we’re (still) watching the show, it’s because we like musical theater. And in making a musical, many songs are written! I won’t begrudge exaggerating that fact each week with many songs, even! (Second Hand Baby Grand was a hit.) But I will hate watching a desperate scramble to be on Facebook the following day by covering CeeLo, JLo, or Barry Manilow.

3. If you’re going to go there, go there. The following things should have happened: (1) Ivy should have a drug addiction, not OD-lite. (2) Julia’s marriage should be falling apart, she should have lost the adoption because of it, she should be living somewhere else, and potentially have a drinking problem. (3) Tom should be a huge slut unconcerned with romance. (4) Karen should be doing things she isn’t proud of and hiding it from her parents. (5) Derek should have thrown Ivy out like last week’s issue of Pompous Theatre Director’s Weekly. (6) Angelica Houston’s divorce should be NASTY—she should be nasty. If there’s a central problem with Smash it is the show’s nagging insistance to not have bad guys. Characters do bad things and are redeemed WITHIN THE SAME EPISODE. There’s no reason why these people can’t have demons, skeletons, ruth, and secrets. What I wouldn’t give for a multi-episode secret! 

4. Trim the fat. Burn off the following characters in story-lines that make the central characters richer: Dev, RJ, Ellis, Ellis’ “girlfriend,” the Greek chorus of catty stereotypes, Ivy’s token black friend cum Tom’s emotional lover, Nick, Leo, Frank (or give Brian d’Arcy James something to DO!). Who’s left, you ask? SIX LEAD CHARACTERS. And in the usual three-up, three-down structure (Grey’s Anatomy, ER, L&O, Alias, Damages), the problem is that Smash has four-up, two-down (with Karen and Ivy alone in the lower-section, and Houston awkwardly inserting herself ineffectively in the threesome). Rebalance Houston to a two-fabulous-scenes role, like the elder statesman on L&O, and introduce a double-agent on the lower-section to play Ivy and Karen off each other. 

5. We need to get invested in Bombshell. I will go to my grave hating on Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip because the comedic sketches just weren’t funny, and so the show was meaningless; those people didn’t seem good or passionateabout their work. Similarly, Smash is losing steam quickly because we have no idea about Bombshell. I know some songs, (thanks to Uma Thurmann) I know some more scenes, but wouldn’t it be great if the songs and scenes actually mirrored the narrative action outside the rehearsal room! You know, like the conceit of the show or the pilot! The idea that I can’t map the two over one another is as insulting as reiterating Rebecca Duval’s peanut allergy a record-breaking eight times. (I wonder why she’ll drop out of the show…)

I do believe that Smash can get better, but the question is: has the audience walked out? And if so, how do we get them back? Clean house, get a star, get a strong sense of direction, and start a new workshop—called Season Two.

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Mar 30 '12

Old Problems for Fox’s “New Girl”

As a ten-year old, I could have run any television network.

I spotted hits like “Everybody Loves Raymond,” “The X-Files,” and “The Practice” way before the masses. (Notable misses include “Profiler,” “The Naked Truth,” and “Caroline in the City” which I will defend to my grave!) Still, I can spot a winner and, more importantly, when a winner is on its way down. 

Tragically, my belov’d New Girl” will be dead by season two unless some serious interventions happen. 

I say that with a heavy heart; I would love to write for the show, and think that it has a winning formula. But recent episodes have only compounded the show’s flaws. The prognosis is not good.

Here are the clues:

  1. It is Zooey’s show, stop being even-handled with the plotlines. It’s not called “Three Guys, A New Girl, Her Hot Friend and a Pizza Place.” We are all watching for Zooey, and her character should shine against the other characters. Instead, we’re learning about each character’s dark abyss of a hubris, spending emotional capital on relationship partners who up-and-leave, and pretending like we care about Winston.  Recommendation: Follow the NEW GIRL; it’s how the show was pitched, so stick with it.
  2. Schmidt and CeCi, meet Lois and Clark. It’s improbable that these two crazy characters will fall for each other, right? That was made clear in episodes one through ten. It’s that ol’ unrequited love! It’s the spark that will sustain the show! It’s Ross and Rachel! It’s… wait, happening right now? In… season one? Terrible idea.  Recommendation: Explore caper-based plot lines with a relationship button, instead of relationship lines with a plot button (cf. That cancer episode. Oof!)
  3. Structure somewhere between Hitchock and “Happy Endings.” I get it: for some reason we, the next generation of television writers, have decided to deride the structure of shows that we loved - from “Family Matters” to “The Golden Girls”.  ”Happy Endings” mocked it this past week, and lo, they had one of their best episodes ever. Why? Because it’s a satisfying plot structure.  “New Girl” is not new; if Zooey’s name were “Alf” or “Balki” we’d all be in hysterics. So, why reinvent the laugh-wheel? Recommendation: Stick with the formula that works - problem, heightened-problem, boiling-point problem, pre-event, event, post-event. You’ve done it on some shows, AND IT WORKED.

I’m not asking for you to change into “Mike & Molly” or “Last Man Standing,” (Please do not!) I’m not even asking you to color quirky inside the liens; I’m asking you to have lines in the first place. Please: focus on Jess (not me), use plot-lines slowly, and stick to a structure. 

Also, if you want my spec script or to give me a job, call me. 

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Nov 22 '11

That ElderPlan Commerical: Frame-by-Frame

“Want to stay healthy, save your money, and keep living the life you love?” the announcer riddles with a closed-teeth, smiling voice. The scintillatingly-named ElderPlan obviously asked an agency to make the train ride to Olde Towne look more fun. And here’s what they came up with—a life that, certainly, ANYONE would want to live… and love!

0:03 - Closed-eyed street bands! Why not get the gang together for a little jam session? Less needlepoint, more Nickelback! All you need is a black couple, a white couple, and a microphone. (No need to plug it in!) In fact, you seemingly don’t even need to plan words or a melody—more like a Soviet-style chant—and no need for any pesky rhymes! Just let it flow like a fiber-rich bowel movement: 

You’ve got to… / Go where you wanna go! / Do what you wanna do! / With who ever…/ You wanna do it with.”

Yes, that’s a classic ABCDE-rhyme scheme. But at this age, who gives a crap!

0;06 - Fruit stand fun! Old people’s favorite past-time is harassing the local Asian fruit stand lady. (“This is our country, Tokyo Rose!”) Toss around those avocados! Cackle and hug your friends as you chide Work-a-day Wendy, slaving away at the ol’ fruit stand, contributing to the “sosh-security” you’re going to blow on Transition(R) lenses and grandkid gifts. Bemused and frustrated with the constant assault, Fruit Stand Lady shakes her head; partly because she knows she had it coming—I mean, Mini-Watermelons: $3.00 each?!?!?—-and partly because she knows they will eventually reutrn to buy the roughage they so badly need to grease the pipes. 

0:10 - Compete against children! Nothing makes you feel more in change of your life than a quick pick-up game with a child literally half your height! No need to bend your knees or even make the ball go in. Simply struggle to dribble (the ball, that is) and remind the young snap of a time when you saw old, hollowed-out peach baskets nailed to ply-board, when socks were as high as the hoops themselves! That’s how the game was meant to be played!

0:13 - Dance with thumbs! What to do when your musical stylings come home to roost, and even you are forced to give a physical manifestation of your rhythmic excitement? Thumbs! That’s a dance move, right?  Sure! Sideways! Up-and-down! Out of time with the music! There’s no wrong way to do it! It’s like a Lindy Hop for your hands!

0:14 - Tug boats! No, not riding them, silly! Seeing them! Pointing at them! Showing them to others with failing eyesight or dementia! Watching the latest nautical technology cutting through the cold, harsh waves of age the East River. And all the time, Old Glory triumphantly waving on the back! (“Take that, Charlie! That fruit stand should be ours!”)

0:16 - Bike rides! But, you know what’s more fun? Safely dismounting from your bike to watch tug boats!

0:22 - Pet parrots! Not owning a pet parrot, but touching them occasionally! Be the envy of all your friends without degenerating retinas by borrowing—nay, stealing—a tropical bird and stroking its iridescent plumage. Impress your wife or late-life-lover-of-last-resort by placing a parrot on your arm and fingering its colorful feathers with a grimace that says, “I’m terrified of birds, but if I keep still… it… won’t… attack me…”

0:24 - Xtina-style freestyle! You’ve kept quiet in the church choir, but now bust it out! Take this jam sesh to the next level with an Ella-style-scat! “Gooo where you wanna…”  And wait for that call back, “Doo-ooo what you wanna!”  But take note of Sunglasses McGee back there, who missed his opportunity to sing—there’s no time to waste!

0:34 - Thumbs! They’re still in fashion, seconds later! It’s timeless! Throw around those meat hooks like you’re fighting your way through the line at the local Rotary Club pancake breakfast!

0:37 - Convertible fun! Don’t let galcoma get in the way of your dreams! Pile into a convertible and throw your hands in the air—even the “driver”! You’re too cool for driving—yeah, that’s the ticket! Remember how it feels… the roar of the engine! The wind through your hair! The driver’s license in your wallet! Freedom! Stationary, parked-car recollections of freedom!

0:39 - Clapping! Nothing showcases your motor skills like successfully joining your hands in loose synchronicity to the music! Sure, Sunglasses McGee seems to have lost enthusiasm and energy at this point in the commercial, but he can still apathetically clap!

0:41 - Races! Your friends will be waiting for you (clapping!) at the finish line of (we all assume) a 0.6K Walk-a-thon. Cheer her up as she hits her wall—fainting, stumbling into the arms of her friends for support as she gropes towards the light.

0:44 - Open-mouthed clapping. Clap! Enjoy life! That’s right! Sure you’ve stopped singing new words by now. It’s more like a repetitive transe that’s confusing you. Gooo where you wanna go… They’ve worked themselves into a stupor. Do what you wanna do… All this excitement, working them up! Where am I? Gasping for air! Gooowhatchwanna… And as the EMT places the oxygen mask over their ashen faces and asks who the president is! D’whatchwa… You’re living the life! Gowanana… You’re free! Free!

Elderplan.

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Sep 2 '11

I’m convinced that Project Runway’s Joshua McKinley is really just Ben Affleck doing a borderline offensive character study of a gay man.

(via myLifetime.com)

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Apr 4 '11
Messaging Meatloaf: Someone at NBC was paying attention.
The best television show you need to be watching closely is NBC’s Celebrity Apprentice.
Like a Phoenix raising from the ashes, or a girl named Ashley being raised in Phoenix, Donald Trump’s monument-to-himself has been epically awe-inspiring television. Where else could I have seen washed-up Grammy winners express their real feelings about the deaf community. (Ep. 2: Dionne Warwick v. Marley Matlin) But like a gift from the television angel’s this week, NBC did one of my favorite things: an I-hope-they-don’t-notice commercial correction.
This week’s episode in which Meatload declared that he would do “Anything for Love, but I won’t spare Gary Busey from my psychotic wrath” was originally billed as the “MeatLoad Meltdown.” This sounded like a great episode and a delicious lunch or dinner item. Imagine my surprise to see days later, the same rage-filled/cheesey-potato-filled thing referred to as the “Meatloaf Breakdown.” 

This is, of course, because the Japanese people are deeply invested in this year’s Celebrity Apprentice. The correction makes total sense as one event threatens real human life requiring an evacuation zone of several miles and the other is about a power plant. NBC also lovingly edited out NeNe Leaks calling Star Jones an “Atomic Bitch” and Marley Matlin joyously signing a mushroom cloud when describing her profits in this week’s challenge. (“BOOM!” she mouthed.) I’m so glad that NBC is choosing its words carefully, though it can expect the word “meltdown” to appear in numerous reviews of the upcoming disaster known as The Paul Reiser Show. 

Messaging Meatloaf: Someone at NBC was paying attention.

The best television show you need to be watching closely is NBC’s Celebrity Apprentice.

Like a Phoenix raising from the ashes, or a girl named Ashley being raised in Phoenix, Donald Trump’s monument-to-himself has been epically awe-inspiring television. Where else could I have seen washed-up Grammy winners express their real feelings about the deaf community. (Ep. 2: Dionne Warwick v. Marley Matlin) But like a gift from the television angel’s this week, NBC did one of my favorite things: an I-hope-they-don’t-notice commercial correction.

This week’s episode in which Meatload declared that he would do “Anything for Love, but I won’t spare Gary Busey from my psychotic wrath” was originally billed as the “MeatLoad Meltdown.” This sounded like a great episode and a delicious lunch or dinner item. Imagine my surprise to see days later, the same rage-filled/cheesey-potato-filled thing referred to as the “Meatloaf Breakdown.” 

This is, of course, because the Japanese people are deeply invested in this year’s Celebrity Apprentice. The correction makes total sense as one event threatens real human life requiring an evacuation zone of several miles and the other is about a power plant. NBC also lovingly edited out NeNe Leaks calling Star Jones an “Atomic Bitch” and Marley Matlin joyously signing a mushroom cloud when describing her profits in this week’s challenge. (“BOOM!” she mouthed.) I’m so glad that NBC is choosing its words carefully, though it can expect the word “meltdown” to appear in numerous reviews of the upcoming disaster known as The Paul Reiser Show

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Mar 10 '11
Strategy Consultation: A warning to Top Chef from Who Wants to be a Millionaire?
The summer of 1999 unleashed upon us one of the most powerful forces in the American pop culture pantheon. (No, not Livin’ La Vida Loca.) It was a juggernaut big enough to catapult the affable though skill set-less Regis Philbin to “Nation Treasure” status, along with monochromatic ties (cf. my homecoming outfit that year). The force was Millionaire (née Who Wants to Be A Millionaire?) and the story of its downfall must reach the ears of Bravo executives toute suite. 
Millionaires was the same in every country—the lights, the music, the Indian slumdogs who rise from poverty to compete and show their love via phone-a-friend. Even in the cultural anomaly of America, the formula worked. But in traditional American fashion, ABC destroyed Millionaire by giving us too much of it (cf. Ponderosa restaurants). The slippery slope moved from celebrity Millionaire, to Olympic Millionaire to couples Millionaire, to Muppet® Millionaire (I wish!) and soon no one wanted to watch unknowns compete when the likes of Annie Potts or Kristi Yamaguchi were sweating out the 50:50’s cruel options. (I don’t care what they say, it’s not random,folks.) And lo, Millionaire did die. Not even Meredith Vieira and all her charms could revive the one-time superpower. (cf. Greek economy, Nia Vardalos’ My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Wendy’s Greek Pita.) 
And so, I am unable to enjoy the joshing and reminiscing of Padma and Tom on Top Chaf All-Stars—or for that matter, the return of Top Chef Masters. How could regular contests compete with Carla and Fabio on the same team? Surely Andy and the rest of the Bravo team have seen the failings of the food pyramid—when left to our own devices we will gorge ourselves on the favorites!  Much like seventh grade, I have no interest in meeting new kids while the option exists of knowing the cool kids better. Most alarmingly, Top Chef Masters has eliminated Kelly Choi and her perma-smile/scowl—engineering a program that I will watch without complaining! Bravo needs to recognize that they’re cooking up a delicious recipe for disaster. (Ask the audience.)

Strategy Consultation: A warning to Top Chef from Who Wants to be a Millionaire?

The summer of 1999 unleashed upon us one of the most powerful forces in the American pop culture pantheon. (No, not Livin’ La Vida Loca.) It was a juggernaut big enough to catapult the affable though skill set-less Regis Philbin to “Nation Treasure” status, along with monochromatic ties (cf. my homecoming outfit that year). The force was Millionaire (née Who Wants to Be A Millionaire?) and the story of its downfall must reach the ears of Bravo executives toute suite.

Millionaires was the same in every country—the lights, the music, the Indian slumdogs who rise from poverty to compete and show their love via phone-a-friend. Even in the cultural anomaly of America, the formula worked. But in traditional American fashion, ABC destroyed Millionaire by giving us too much of it (cf. Ponderosa restaurants). The slippery slope moved from celebrity Millionaire, to Olympic Millionaire to couples Millionaire, to Muppet® Millionaire (I wish!) and soon no one wanted to watch unknowns compete when the likes of Annie Potts or Kristi Yamaguchi were sweating out the 50:50’s cruel options. (I don’t care what they say, it’s not random,folks.) And lo, Millionaire did die. Not even Meredith Vieira and all her charms could revive the one-time superpower. (cf. Greek economy, Nia Vardalos’ My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Wendy’s Greek Pita.)

And so, I am unable to enjoy the joshing and reminiscing of Padma and Tom on Top Chaf All-Stars—or for that matter, the return of Top Chef Masters. How could regular contests compete with Carla and Fabio on the same team? Surely Andy and the rest of the Bravo team have seen the failings of the food pyramid—when left to our own devices we will gorge ourselves on the favorites!  Much like seventh grade, I have no interest in meeting new kids while the option exists of knowing the cool kids better. Most alarmingly, Top Chef Masters has eliminated Kelly Choi and her perma-smile/scowl—engineering a program that I will watch without complaining! Bravo needs to recognize that they’re cooking up a delicious recipe for disaster. (Ask the audience.)

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Jan 31 '11

Gargoyles: or, Famous Theme Songs I Would Do Imaginary Figure Skating To

Historical epics such as Disney’s short-lived Gargoyles linger in one’s mind forever. Shaping my knowledge about everything from architectural sconces to the boroughs of New York City, this television series had everything nine-year old me wanted: historical drama, Ed Asner, Scottish accents, Latina police detectives in cuffed jeans, etc. A show so big it was the cover of our TV Week newspaper supplement, Gargoyles was event television.

And so, I would happily fake-figure skate to the orchestral swells of its opening. (A lot of triple-triple combinations, as was en vogue at the time.) Then, settle in for a tale of ancient decorative flourishes battling a Richard Branson-esque figure in the modern world, complete with  menacing gay personal assistants, androids, and loads of fabricated history about gargoyle culture. (Gargoyles wrote Macbeth? OK!)

However, the goodie-two-shoes in me always felt conflicted about the gaygoles’ cavalier penchant for breaking stuff at such heights. Weened on Mr. Wizard, Bill Nye the Science Guy, and Beekman’s World, I was acutely aware of gravitational acceleration. I winced as they awoke and shed a layer of masonry from their perch high above the city! Cringed every fight sequence featuring enormous bricks falling from the sky! Sighed loudly as they climbed (and irreparably marred) the facade of every skyscraper!

In their defense, the gargoyles were imprisoned in stone for the thousand years during which Newton discovered gravity and fleshed-out physics as a science. So, yes, there should be a learning curve. But by season three, even Bronx (the gar-dog) should realize what’s happening.

Meanwhile, few and far between were the clips of the stones crashing to earth—inevitably killing hundreds. Sure, we saw smashed fire hydrants and police cars. (A Disney nod to governmental over-regulation, no doubt.) But what of the people inside those police cars? Did Eliza Maza turn a blind eye? Did gargoyles merely consider it collateral damage?

Bodies of stone. Hearts of stone.

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