What we have here is so meta it may already be de trop; ad nauseam and beat vigorously. In VH1’s first scripted comedy, Tori Spelling, the poster child for affirmative action in Hollywood, stars as herself, or at least somebody not altogether unlike the Tori Spelling we’ve read about in gossip mags, trying to live an autonomous life despite an executive-producer father, “Aaron” (whom we hear but don’t see) who would buy her a studio if she asked, and a penny-pinching mother, played by Loni Anderson, who sells Tori’s childhood keepsakes on eBay. Such autonomy involves friends who tell her too much truth about herself; flashbacks in which a very young Tori is called “Toto”; an acting job in “a girl-ghetto cable movie” as a crime-solving sex addict; and jokes about Farrah Fawcett, Charlie Sheen, breasts, barf, and hypoglycemia. I think we are supposed to feel that not even Hollywood could be this shallow.


Ben Stiller on the Walter Mitty Set

Aubrey Plaza’s Perfect Game
Justin Davidson on the City Opera's Orpheus
Broadway Songwriting in Critical Condition
Look Book: Dr. Lila Wolfe, Chiropractor
Manhattan-Style Tapas Come to Cobble Hill
Fashionables: Beach Sweaters
Where to Drink 2012
The Interminable Horror of the New Old Age
What George Romney's Doomed Run Taught Mitt
Frank Rich on the Post-Racial Farce
Will This Be the Worst Mosquito Summer Ever?


Join the Discussion
Read All Comments | Add Yours
Recent Comments On This Article