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THE SKED'S PILOT + 1 REVIEW: "The Playboy Club"


A lot can happen between the creation of a TV pilot in the spring and production of episodes for the regular season:  a writing/producing team is hired, audience focus groups weigh in, networks and studios (which may have had their own turnover in the off-season) give plenty of notes, both helpful and otherwise, and critics begin to rear their ugly heads.  The results can include changes to tone, pace, casting and even story.  Here at THE SKED, we're going to look past the pilots and present reviews of the first regular episodes of this year's new series as well.

Previously... on THE PLAYBOY CLUB:  It's the early 1960s, and somewhere in New York, Don Draper is creating his dazzling ad campaigns.  But in Chicago, the center of the world is the Playboy Club, Hugh Hefner's monument to bunnily clad women.  Maureen (Amber Heard) is new to town and to the Club, but no sooner does she catch the eye of shady lawyer/aspiring politician Nick Dalton (Eddie Cibrian) than the local crime boss assaults her, resulting in a murder by high-heeled shoe.  Nick helps Maureen hide the body, and while the killing isn't discovered, Nick's girlfriend Carol-Lynne (Laura Benanti)--who happens to be Maureen's supervisor at the Club--sees them together and dumps Nick.  Meanwhile, other bunnies include secret lesbian Alice (Leah Renee Cudmore), who has a marriage of convenience with a closeted gay man; Brenda (Naturi Naughton), who wants to be the first black Playboy Playmate; and Janie (Jenna Dewan-Tatum), who's hiding a secret.

Episode 2:  The series, even more than the pilot, feels like a drama set 20 years earlier than it actually is.  The first regular episode, written by series creator Chad Hodge, dispenses for the most part with the civil rights story that at least made an appearance in the pilot; instead, we get a sequence where lesbian Alice tries to restrain her drool when Maureen asks her to help with photos for a prospective Playboy cover shoot.  (Alice, although a bunny herself, being suddenly barely able to control herself in the presence of female flesh.)  The show is nothing more than a backstage soap opera, and old-fashioned to a fault.


Instead of any social commentary at all, we get the continuation of the main storyline from the pilot:  Nick and Maureen worry about whether the gangster's body is going to be found, while Carol-Lynn fumes over the attraction between the two. Although the episode flirts with the possibility of Carol-Lynn becoming a mentor to Maureen, by the end, even though Carol-Lynn's taken Nick back, she's making "scarlet woman" remarks about Maureen and darkly threatening her about the bad things that can happen to someone in Chicago.

In other plots, Nick moves forward with his run for State's Attorney by bribing Mayor Daley, and Alice's gay husband covers up a potentially incriminating photo of Nick with the dead gangster's son in order to make a good impression on Nick.  (The husband's whole family, Alice included, is ridiculously at the Club because her conservative father-in-law decided it would be a fun place to bring the wife and daughter-in-law.)  We also find out that Janie is on the run from an abusive husband, and that Brenda's ambition is to buy real estate.  In another hugely unconvincing story beat, Maureen is so moved by the latter that when she wins the competition to be a Playboy cover girl and the money prize that goes with it, she secretly gives the cash to Brenda.

With the exception of Laura Benanti, who definitely classes up the joint, the acting doesn't help much either.  Cibrian is starting to seem like Jason Sudeikis playing Jon Hamm, and Heard, while gorgeous, is inexpressive.  Compared to Pan Am (the pilot at least)--let's not even mention Mad Men--Playboy Club looks pretty skimpy visually, too.  Most of the action takes place in the club itself, and while Pan Am's lush production design is wonderfully specific--you just know months of research have gone into duplicating every detail--everything in Playboy is a little dull and generic. 

In all, there's no reason to feel better about The Playboy Club now that it's in series mode, and a few causes to doubt it even more.  They did make one good decision, though:  no more arthritic narration from Hef himself.

Original VerdictIf Nothing Else Is On...

Pilot + 1:   Running Low On Potential

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THE SKED PILOT REPORT: NBC's "The Playboy Club"



Disclaimer:  Network pilots now in circulation are not necessarily in the form that will air in the Fall.  Pilots are often reedited and rescored, and in some cases even recast or reshot.  So these critiques shouldn't be taken as full reviews, but rather as a guide to the general style and content of the new shows coming your way.

THE PLAYBOY CLUB -  Monday 10PM on NBC:  If Nothing Else Is On...

Take the era of Mad Men, mix with the millieu of Boardwalk Empire, then remove most of the brains... and that's pretty much the formula for NBC's THE PLAYBOY CLUB.  What remains isn't particularly deep, but it's a glamorous, fairly diverting piece of melodrama.


If Playboy Club feels dated even for a show set in the 1960s, it's because really, it's more of a slightly updated version of the backstage dramas Warner Brothers used to churn out in the 1930s and 40s. (Squint and you can see Jean Harlow, William Powell and Bette Davis in the leads.)   Set in the original Chicago Playboy Club, Chad Hodge's script (he previously worked on The CW's shortlived Runaway) offers hints that racial and gender issues are happening outside the confines of the club, but mostly the story is about a gorgeous small town girl--an orphan, no less-- who's come to the big city to become a star (Amber Heard), a shady lawyer who's smitten with her but perhaps not to be trusted (Eddie Cibrian), and the slightly older showgirl who's jealous of the girl and knows all the tricks (Laura Benanti).  This stuff may be hokey, but it's been working in one way or another for 75 years, and throw in an accidental killing and some central casting gangsters, and it's still got some charm. 

It helps that while Heard probably isn't the next great Medea of the stage, she's not just stunning but charismatic, and that Benanti, a Broadway veteran, has plenty of acting (and singing) chops; not so much that Cibrian gives what amounts to an extended Jon Hamm imitation.  The supporting cast is mostly made up of lovely young women who don't get much to do in the pilot, plus David Krumholtz in the Jack Carson role of the club manager.  (The nostalgic voice-over narration from what seems to be the actual aged Hef doesn't add much.)  Alan Taylor, who's directed his share of Mad Men episodes, was behind the camera for the pilot, and the production design is sumptuous. 

Playboy Club's direct competitors are Castle and Hawaii 5-0 on Mondays, so it definitely brings something different to the hour (Mitch Metcalf's Monday night analysis has it firmly in 3rd place in the slot, but that's mostly because The Sing-Off is by far the weakest lead-in of the evening). Creatively, the show is about an inch away from being camp; everyone involved should be forced to watch the recent bomb Burlesque as an example of what not to do.  On its own terms, though, it offers unquestionable eye candy and the possibility of moderate fun.


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