Television: Web-only shows not ready for prime time

With the writers' strike about to enter its second month, networks will soon run out of fresh episodes of your favorite shows. This catastrophe might cause you to do something drastic, like read a book or converse with those people in your household you strongly suspect are your children. Worse, you might spend even more time on the Internet.

November 29, 2007 at 3:44PM
(The Minnesota Star Tribune)

With the writers' strike about to enter its second month, networks will soon run out of fresh episodes of your favorite shows. This catastrophe might cause you to do something drastic, like read a book or converse with those people in your household you strongly suspect are your children. Worse, you might spend even more time on the Internet.

Watching a "webisode," the latest computer craze, seems to be the equivalent of doing a shot of rot-gut whiskey. Seems harmless enough at the time, but about an hour later you want to crawl up in a ball and cry like a baby. Bargain-basement budgets and crass humor can only take you so far, unless you're a Pauly Shore fan. In that case, you're beyond help.

Despite my low expectations, or perhaps because of them, I was somewhat surprised to find some genuine talent toiling out there in Googleland, although nothing that could match the genius of, say, "Notes From the Underbelly." Here are some impressions of five popular sites. If you choose to check them out, bring aspirin. You're gonna need it.

Eight vapid gal pals, with names like Sigourney and Violet, live their Paris Hilton-inspired lives on the Internet in this daily 3-minute soap spoof of "The Hills," seemingly unaware that the MTV series is hilarious enough on its own. The show teeters on the edges of soft porn with lots of hot-tub action and weighty debates about their tatas, but, alas, there's actually no nudity -- and no laughs. To borrow a series catch phrase, this is "super lame."

Poking fun at celebrities has overtaken baseball as America's favorite pastime, which justifies the existence of this crude creation. "The Heavy Show," a tepid reheating of "Talk Soup," features Internet star Taryn Southern, best known for her Hillary Clinton love song, hamming her way through bits that point and giggle at the rich and famous without bothering to come up with any punch lines. Slightly better is the ongoing cartoon "Superficial Friends," a takeoff on "Superfriends," with crime fighters such as Nicole Richie, who uses vomit as her weapon, and the Olsen twins, who can transform into the shape of Bob Saget. Mildly amusing, but the entire site is a lot like playing darts just one foot from the board. It's too darn easy.

The masters of political satire bring their no-winks, no-prisoners humor to the Internet in a series of news spots that are almost as inspired as that classic comedy team Hannity & Colmes. Among the better bits: country-music stars recording the pseudo-patriotic anthem "Go Ahead, Bomb New York"; the revelation that a "Harry Potter" character will be date-raped, and a report that wrestling fans are fake. Nothing rises to the level of "The Daily Show" -- it doesn't help that the pieces look as if they were each produced on a budget of $7.99 -- but as long as Jon Stewart is on hiatus, you've got a friend in these clowns.

Those who believe Will Ferrell is hilarious the minute he rolls out of bed have some support for the notion at this site, where a disheveled version of the comedian conducts skits with his posse, most notably a running gag in which they're terrorized by a little girl who's probably about 3 years old. You can also find Ferrell's "Saturday Night Live" bloopers here, and I'm assuming that at some point he'll be posting pictures from his high-school prom. The routine that cracked me up the most was "Strike You," a Ferrell-free bit about how a TV writer is shunned by everyone in Hollywood, including a side-splitting, obscenity-spewing Merideth Salenger who laments that the strike will force her to do a reality show with the two Coreys.

Marshall Herskovitz and Edward Zwick, the masters of yuppie angst ("Thirtysomething,"Once and Again"), bring their act to the Internet in this series that churns out new 8-minute episodes twice a week about a twentysomething woman (Bitsie Tulloch) who believes "we blog to exist." Her online diary, in which she exposes all her friends' deep, dark secrets, is a clever alternative to the voice-over, and Tulloch is a fine actress who can get away with lines like "I often find myself crying for no reason and find out later there was a huge reason I was unaware of." As computer fare goes, this is solid entertainment, but is it good enough to survive on TV? We might soon find out. NBC has picked up six episodes of an hourlong version to debut sometime in 2008, assuming, that is, that regular TV ever returns and that we're not too busy trolling the Internet for nuggets of gold.

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Neal Justin

Critic / Reporter

Neal Justin is the pop-culture critic, covering how Minnesotans spend their entertainment time. He also reviews stand-up comedy. Justin previously served as TV and music critic for the paper. He is the co-founder of JCamp, a non-profit program for high-school journalists, and works on many fronts to further diversity in newsrooms.

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