Bias Alert! Bias Alert! Bias Alert! Bias Alert! Bias Alert! Bias Alert! Bias Alert!
I performed in theater productions from 1979 to 1984. I danced, sang, and acted. Also waited on a lot of tables. More of the typical tale, than not, of anyone attempting Broadway and Hollywood.
As such, I suffered the fools in productions. A short list;
- Histrionic Homosexuals
- Histrionic Heterosexuals
- Egomaniacal Directors
- Egomaniacal Choreographers
- Prima Dona Actors
- Prima Dona Actresses
- Unqualified Producers with Money
- Unqualified Producers without Money
- Nepotism
- Fascist Stage Managers
This collection of annoying individuals comes together for the production in equal amounts of talent (or lack), personality flaws, drug and substance addiction, psychological issues, and marital problems.
For the edification of those NOT familiar with the process of theatrical undertakings, the opening salvo of any production is the table read, an opportunity to overly express yourself and establish Alpha Males, Alpha Females, Divas, and Congenital Idiots. It has nothing to do with actual work.
It does, however, have much to do with the unwatchability of Only Murders in the Building, and the unlikability of Paul Ruud.
The lack of affection for Mister Ruud has little to do with his character, Ben Glenroy. He's just flat-out alienating in so many of his parts. His entrance into the table read scene exacerbates the established prat fall of forced jokes, bad dialogue, two-dimensional characters, obligatory gays, and Balkanized cliques.
The first two episodes of the series generated a total of three genuine laughs, one of them towards the end of the second installment. A detective arrives to save the proverbial bacon of Selena Gomez (Who needs to lay off the pork), and makes an aside that pokes its way into actual humor.
Other than that, the show better find some "funny."
And fast.
HULU
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