The Meatheads of Malibu
Wondering what to do on Sunday night, I turn on the telly, and channel-click to see what sort of crap the creative executives of television have developed with their brilliant minds.
With The Simpsons over, I have no idea what to watch before Family Guy and American Dad - all part of Fox's Animation Domination Sunday. Normally, another episode of the Simpson clan begins before my index finger has the opportunity of reaching for the channel-up function on the remote (not that I'm complaining, since I can almost repeat certain episodes verbatim).
Next up, The Princes of Malibu - an update on Ozzie and Harriet. Uber music producer, David Foster, and his highly-plasticized partner-in-life, Linda Thompson (former wife of Olympic athlete, Bruce Jenner), raise two rambunctious boys. Only these boys are 21 and 23 years old. Oh, and they're meatheads.
For the next half-hour, the viewer catches a glimpse of the lives of music royalty: a compound in Malibu with its own golf course, shelves that bend with the weight of too many Grammys, famous single-monikered friends, and talent coming out of your ears and ass.
But, nothing is ever what it seems. When the cat's away on vacation, the mice will play. And, boy these kids know how to play!
Using daddy's credit cards, they pay for a birthday blowout for several hundred friends. What they don't know is daddy and mommy come home a day early. Then, the shit really hits the fan.
"We didn't choose this life, we were born into it," they say. I'm not convinced. They believe they're entitled. Why? Is it because you're lazy? Is it because you're not talented? Come on! Even Tori Spelling works to pay her own bills.
The real reason why you live this way is because you think your daddy will keep paying for your lavish lifestyle. The only thing is he works hard for the money, and you don't work at all.
So, the compromise is for them to pay their own way, no matter how measly the amount is. Credit cards are not allowed. Expense tabs are a no-no. They whine, they bitch, they complain, and they go back to their ways as meatheads.
Their idea of raising "rent" before the end of the month is by having scantily clad women parade around and wash your car, while they make a profit based on the cost of your ride. Of course, they stand by and do nothing.
When David comes home for a meeting with Chaka Kahn, he ain't happy. In fact, he ain't ever happy. He breaks it up before pulling out a semi-automatic and going Tony Montana on their asses.
Next week's show? Here's hoping it will get ugly and violent!
The beauty of this show is that even the rich have problems. No, it doesn't always involve what to wear and where to eat. It involves the family dynamic, and the power struggles between parent and child.
Of course, I'm just waiting for David to blow a gasket and admit himself into rehab. Maybe he'll bump into Whitney Houston at the reception desk. Who knows? There could be another boatload of Grammys out of their collabortion.
Now, that is a show I'd want to see.
With The Simpsons over, I have no idea what to watch before Family Guy and American Dad - all part of Fox's Animation Domination Sunday. Normally, another episode of the Simpson clan begins before my index finger has the opportunity of reaching for the channel-up function on the remote (not that I'm complaining, since I can almost repeat certain episodes verbatim).
Next up, The Princes of Malibu - an update on Ozzie and Harriet. Uber music producer, David Foster, and his highly-plasticized partner-in-life, Linda Thompson (former wife of Olympic athlete, Bruce Jenner), raise two rambunctious boys. Only these boys are 21 and 23 years old. Oh, and they're meatheads.
For the next half-hour, the viewer catches a glimpse of the lives of music royalty: a compound in Malibu with its own golf course, shelves that bend with the weight of too many Grammys, famous single-monikered friends, and talent coming out of your ears and ass.
But, nothing is ever what it seems. When the cat's away on vacation, the mice will play. And, boy these kids know how to play!
Using daddy's credit cards, they pay for a birthday blowout for several hundred friends. What they don't know is daddy and mommy come home a day early. Then, the shit really hits the fan.
"We didn't choose this life, we were born into it," they say. I'm not convinced. They believe they're entitled. Why? Is it because you're lazy? Is it because you're not talented? Come on! Even Tori Spelling works to pay her own bills.
The real reason why you live this way is because you think your daddy will keep paying for your lavish lifestyle. The only thing is he works hard for the money, and you don't work at all.
So, the compromise is for them to pay their own way, no matter how measly the amount is. Credit cards are not allowed. Expense tabs are a no-no. They whine, they bitch, they complain, and they go back to their ways as meatheads.
Their idea of raising "rent" before the end of the month is by having scantily clad women parade around and wash your car, while they make a profit based on the cost of your ride. Of course, they stand by and do nothing.
When David comes home for a meeting with Chaka Kahn, he ain't happy. In fact, he ain't ever happy. He breaks it up before pulling out a semi-automatic and going Tony Montana on their asses.
Next week's show? Here's hoping it will get ugly and violent!
The beauty of this show is that even the rich have problems. No, it doesn't always involve what to wear and where to eat. It involves the family dynamic, and the power struggles between parent and child.
Of course, I'm just waiting for David to blow a gasket and admit himself into rehab. Maybe he'll bump into Whitney Houston at the reception desk. Who knows? There could be another boatload of Grammys out of their collabortion.
Now, that is a show I'd want to see.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
1 Comments:
I've never seen the show, but if those boys are so spoiled, that they're grown and still act that way...the parents deserve that crap. I'd like to blame the "kids". I mean, they're the ones behaving badly but they've apparently been taught (or at least been allowed to believe) that they really ARE entitled. Of course they're going to rebel when they find out they're not. They've never learned that cause (work) equals effect (money). They're in their 20's and think cause (holding their hand out) equals effect (anything they want). That's been their reality for over 20 years. I feel sorry for them on certain levels. When other people their age are out being self sufficient, these two couldn't wipe their own...
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