FOOTBALLERS WIVES is as fizzy, sweet and decadent as a Bellini. It is so over-the-top and ridiculous that I am still on a sugar high. Not since the heyday of DYNASTY, FALCON CREST, and DALLAS has a prime-time soap opera so reveled in the crazy, nasty and crazy nasty behavior of the fabulously, newly super-rich. It is the perfect summer show.
Do you ever notice that we Americans like to make our pleasures guilty? On DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES and THE O.C., there is/was a constant wink at the audience, as though the producers needed to let us know that not only were they in on the joke, but so were the characters. Seth Cohen practically existed to deconstruct the outrageous antics of his friends and relatives.
FOOTBALLERS WIVES feels no need to wink, which is what makes it so fun. It revels — no,
bathes — in its outrageousness and profligacy. I’m not one for recounting plots, but I will here, because I almost can’t believe what I just saw.
Simon Cowell is obviously convinced he knows how to find the best thing in America — whether it is a singer or inventor. Along with co-creator (and fellow Brit) Peter Jones, Cowell brings us the second season of AMERICAN INVENTOR.
I’m not really one for reality television. On competition-type shows, I usually watch the first few episodes because — let’s face it — it’s fun to watch people act like fools on national television. Even though the foolish are less abounding than on AMERICAN IDOL, I am glad to report that the season premiere of AMERICAN INVENTOR had its fair share.
In the judges’ chairs this season are: George “lean mean grilling machine” Foreman, Sara Blakely, the inventor of Spanx shapewear, Pat Croce, the owner of the Philadelphia 76ers and Peter Jones, the resident crabby Brit. But, who cares about the judges? On to the competition!