Hey now, if restaurants are subject to spot inspections, shouldn’t TV shows be, too? Today, we kick off our new feature by dropping in – unannounced – on The Megan Mullally Show. Girlfriend better have her perishables in the refrigerator!
Ever get a case of the “How’d the morning go by so fast?” blues? Well, folks, a sure-fire cure exists – in the form of The Megan Mullally Show. If that sounds unduly harsh, then clearly you didn’t suffer through Megan’s interminable song and dance routine with fellow Oklahoma native Kristin Chenoweth, decrying the fact that neither has scored a “famous Oklahomans” banner at the Will Rogers Airport. Clearly, Mullally is aiming for an Ellen-esque brand of joyous wacky, but it just plays out as depressingly forced. Worse still, Mullally’s not a skilled interviewer; I’m sure Megan’s sister-in-law is a nice gal, but was there any reason to phone her up so she could ask Sweet Potato Queen author Jill Conner Browne if she planned to write a parenting-advice book?
By the time Aaron Carter jumped on the couch to announce the end of his two-minute marriage engagement (now there’s some genuine fodder for a Constitutional amendment), even Mullally looked like she was ready for the hour to end. No such luck, though: With another 15 minutes to fill, there was still an audience talent show, featuring a contortionist who makes trumpet-like noises, and a hula-hoop-around-the-neck trick from Mullally. Holy crap. Did I just feel a pang of wistful nostalgia for Tony Danza?