Thursday, June 14, 2012

Debunking Nevada Myths on Bunheads

I can't believe that I'm writing about anything that is on ABC Family, but  let's face it, their programming has come up in recent years.  I'm still mad about the fact that my sister got me into watching the train wreck that is Secret Life of the American Teenager. 

I watched the premiere of Bunheads strictly because Sutton Foster has been the darling of Broadway for years, and as I'm stuck on the west coast and can't see her on the stage, this is as close as I'm going to get.  She doesn't disappoint either, and the show drips of the fast talking we are used to with the creators last show Gilmore Girls.  However there are a few stereotypical things about our great state that I had to talk about.

The show opens with a fictional showgirls show at Caesars Palace.  Sutton Foster talks about how her showgirls dance for 2 hours and then the other girls come out with their tops off and bring the house down, and they get paid more.  First off, no Vegas show is longer than 90 minutes, unless it's a Broadway show, so they weren't dancing that long.  Second, there is no show I've ever seen where there are only boobs at the end of the show.  No one would watch that show.  Men pay for 90 minutes of boobs, and they get them, unless they bought the early show where no one shows their boobs, and then that is their own fault for not reading the fine print.

Then Sutton Foster fends off getting drunk on a Tuesday (totally true by the way, if you work a night job like a showgirl you can get drunk any night you want to), to audition for Chicago.  I can only assume it's some kind of traveling show, because if we had an actual Chicago production, I would love to see it!

In the morning Sutton Foster goes do an adorable door marked "backstage entrance" which doesn't exist in Vegas, because the showrooms are deep in the heart of the casino.  Either way poor Sutton (whose characters name is Michelle, but I'm ignoring it because Sutton is so much cuter) doesn't even get an upwards glance before the director cuts her without watching her dance.

This bums her out, naturally, and so she succumbs to the charms of her once a month stalker and goes to dinner with him.  She gets drunk and they have dinner at what looks like an outdoor restaurant at Caesars, or possibly Rio.  Because behind them is the strip, but it's like Bizzaro Strip, where nothing is where it should be.  She gets drunk and decides to marry this guy, who is played by Ferris Bueler's best friend, and she wakes up with a hangover and a ring on her finger, on the way to Paradise, CA, where there is no movie theater and the ice skating rink doesn't open until November.

Then we move on to Emily Gilmore's dance studio where there are stereotypical ballet dancing kids.  There is the one that is good and annoying about it, the one who is struggling because of her boobs, the awkward one, and the fourth to round things out.

Emily Gilmore is upset that she missed her son's wedding, so she's decided to throw a party for the whole town, because there is literally nothing else to do there.  Because Sutton was too drunk  to pack, she has to go to a store called Sparkles to pick up a dress for the occasion.  Truly, an employee, maybe the owner, shoves a duck dress at her and after revealing she is going to her own wedding party, Truly says "It's you...the pole dancer from Reno!"  Which for some reason made me think of the Wild Orchid Gentleman's Club, even though I've never been there.  Also, why would she be making this mistake?  They must know where Ferris Bueller's friend goes on these trips, so this is purely for comedy at the expense of Nevada, which is not a small state. 

She insists that she finds something for the party, because she has to look nice.  Sutton says that he's seen her pee behind a cactus in Pahrump.  This bugs me mostly because they have no reason to go through Pahrump to get to a beach town.  Then someone else who works there calls her the "Stripper from Tahoe."  Sutton tries to correct her, and the person says "no one cares."  I kinda care, Amy Sherman.

Then Sutton Foster wins over everyone by being herself, and then her poor new husband dies.  I'm going to keep watching the show, mostly because I'm pretty sure that the Nevada jokes are over.
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