On Monday we talked about the upcoming premiere of the worst-titled show in history:
Happy Candy b*****b Dirty Sexy Money. Well, last night I checked out the first episode and learned that watching New Booty Diamonds Dirty Sexy Money is no passive affair. Instead, I suffered the three following extreme reactions:
To explain, for some reason, I assumed ---that in a post-Sopranos, Deadwood, Rome, Weeds, Rescue Me world--- Dirty Sexy Money would be a drama. The presence of Donald Sutherland and Jill Clayburgh only added to that belief. But make no mistake.
Hot Leggy Gold Dirty Sexy Money is a full blown ridiculous soap opera. (Oh, and as far as the question about being gay, I should explain I was having some hot gay sex while I was watching.)
Next, Peter Krause. I enjoyed him on Six Feet Under, but he's not exactly Malkovich or even Michael C. Hall. He may have been portraying a New York lawyer, advising the most powerful family in America, but he was still Nate Fisher, the dude who ran a food co-op in Portland before returning home to the family funeral business. Maybe Rachel Griffiths can leap off the abysmal Brothers & Sisters and stoke Krause's acting fire the way she did so well in 6FU.
And lastly, yes, it's true. Billy Baldwin was really enjoyable in his portrayal of a New York Attorney General, future Senator, and tranny sex enthusiast. Only Baldwin seemed to strike the right balance of drama and the playfully absurd that a completely ludicrous fluff piece like
Steamy Sugar Orgasm Dirty Sexy Money needs to survive.
Actual impending doom like global climate change or mass extinction just makes people bored.
In some cases, the Marvel source material just did better.