hOLLYWOOD, May 21 A year after its Peabody Award for "excellence
in television" the Sopranos wound up another season last night to
another round of critical praise for compelling story lines and realistic
characters.
The HBO show features Italian-Americans most delicately described as overweight
murderers who curse a lot, employ troubled grammar, comically gesticulate,
and affect bizarre facial contortions. More telling, they eat with napkins
tucked under their chins.
In another nod to Hollywood tradition, the show's characters speak in
a genetic borough brand of New York/New Jersey accent (the Hollywood Encyclopedia
of Ethnicities confirms that all Italian-Americans are in fact from the
New York/New Jersey area).
Finally, spend any time with Tony Soprano, Uncle Junior, or Paulie Walnuts
and you remember that Italian-Americans are in fact Mafia gangsters.
Given this latest example of our erudite TV renaissance reaching further
into our reality based TV society, I'm planning to send HBO some reality
based show suggestions of my own cut from this excellent Sopranos mold.
Here's my roster:
Southern Folk' Just when you thought TV had turned it's back on
dogs and banjos, follow Junior McCoy and the LaTrash family as they fish
for carp, mumble barely intelligible racial slurs, dress their gaggle
of confusing inbred offspring in rags from discarded confederate flags,
and scan tabloid newspapers for discount coupons on dentures.
The MicHicks This hilarious family send-up promises to become a
real St. Paddy's day favorite as Sean MicHick returns home, drunk once
again from another bender at the neighborhood bar, to beat the hell out
of his wife before winning her back on a weekend retreat featuring gay
bashing and assorted sectarian violence.
Oy, My Jewelry Store Already A touching tale of elderly love opens
with Aunt Bella cooking chicken noodle soup in the back of the family's
East Side New York jewelry store, while Uncle Izzy counts money in the
basement and schemes to cheat his customers.
Just Like A Woman This wacky TV take on today's downtown gal, tracks
new roommates Wanda and Rocks Ann. Gossiping on the phone, window shopping
for shoes, studying Glamour magazine and clipping adds for breast augmentation,
or just driving cars badly, our ditsy duo also find time to hatch plots
to snag rich guys at the alter.
Git Jiggy - Fast and furious TV action guaranteed here as Jiggy G' and
his boyz emerge from respective prison terms with dreams of selling crack
and spawning scores of illegitimate children, while collecting welfare
and dodging showers of bullets alternately fired by LA and New York police.
Yo' Homo Zany characters and off-beat humor resound in an especially
memorable episode where our apartment block of gay men, with little time
for more than anonymous group sex and Judy Garland record collecting,
must choose sides in a nasty slap fight over who owns a pair of spanking
new leather chaps.
Am I cutting some spooky edge here or what?
Other shows I'm working on include Little Lesbos, a super hip spin-off
featuring fire hydrant shaped woman sporting lumberjack shirts and spouting
armpit hair, as well as Schadenfreude, about a wacky young German family
you guessed it of Hitler loving goose steppers.
I'm also outlining a concept called Hey Gimme The Frickin' Anchovies,
about a family of low-class Italian slobs who
what? That's already
been done? Well then, do it once, do it twice, do it a thousand times.
"Reality" is most real when most repeated. Those are Hollywood
rules.
Yours Truly,
Xandor
Copy Boy In-Chief
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