Ode to "Joe Millionaire"
2/18/03
Back in December, when I first started
seeing ads for “Joe Millionaire”, I remember the feeling I had when
they showed those first few promos during football games or episodes
of “24”—
That is going to have the best ending of any
TV show ever. Like my boy J-Mann says, “PERIOD!”
You know what has been really interesting
about the “Joe Millionaire” phenomenon? The number of MEN that have
been watching the show. I always think the mark of any truly great
non-sports programming is the ability to attract men to watch it
every week. In my humble estimation, of the ~350 people on this
mailing list, the women of Bellview watch more non-sports TV
programming than the men do. With that in mind, damn near every guy
I have talked to about the show before it aired felt the same
way—they were DEFINITELY going to watch “Joe Millionaire”, which is
essentially “The Bachelor” with one little twist.
I am a relative newbie to reality
programming. I have never watched “Survivor”, I’ve watched two
episodes of “The Real World”, didn’t see “Temptation Island” or
“Fear Factor” or “The Greatest Race” or any of those other shows.
Comparatively in this regard, I don’t watch dating shows either; I
have watched “Elimidate” three times since moving into my current
apartment mostly because my roommate Jon was on the show once (and
won). No interest in “The Bachelor”; shows like “Change of Heart”
on down have never turned me on, either.
But, when I first saw that teaser for “Joe
Millionaire”—hey, it’s a dating show, where 20 women compete for a
guy...except, this guy is NOT the super-rich playboy he claims to
be—sealed it for me. The idea of embarrassing 20 women by making
them look like money-grubbing bitches for a full series run, then to
tell the “winner” that she wasn’t really dating a $50-million
trustafarian, but a $19,000-a-year construction worker...
SHIT NEGRO...THAT’S ALL YOU HAD TO SAY!
Seriously, ladies, I wish you could have
been in on some of the hilarious conversations I had with guys about
the show before it premiered. It was like when you talked to a
buddy after the Super Bowl, and you had both seen the trailer for
“The Matrix Reloaded.”
J: Yo, d’you see that trailer for “The
Matrix...”
G: Oh my GOD, that looks amazing...I couldn’t breathe, man...
J: Hey, when Neo was swingin’ up on dat pole...
G: OOOOHHHH! That’s gonna be hot!
No lie, same exact conversation about “Joe
Millionaire.” This was mostly because of the potential for the end
of the show, which many of my male friends thought could be the
greatest money shot in the history of filmed entertainment.
So, I did what I had to do—set up a Season
Pass on TiVo to tape the show each week, and then I watched every
show, just to get myself built up for the finale of the series.
That’s right—I could have only watched the first and last episode
and still been pretty happy, but to amuse myself, I watched all of
the episodes, as Evan Marriott (the Joe in question) cut 20 women
down to 12, then to five, down to just two.
Fox did a great job of stringing out what
little content they had and turned it into some of the funniest bad
television on record. Who can forget the shocking similarity of the
commentary from the 20 women as they were brought by buggy to the
chateau where Evan supposedly lived? “Oh my God! He must be, like,
SOOOO loaded!” mixed with sighs of “Oh my goodness! This guy is
rich!” interpolated with “I’m a money-grubbing whore! This guy’s
got hella cash!” Or, the catty looks shared when early evildoer
Heidi took more than her fair share of dresses, admitted she had a
boyfriend and generally treated everyone like a doormat?
The personalities of the women of “Joe
Millionaire” did nothing to bolster women’s reps in my eyes, but the
production values of “Joe Millionaire” once again confirmed that
with a fantastic idea and little else, you too can get a
seven-episode series on the air. Having each episode on TiVo was
key, because each hour long episode only contained about 25 minutes
of actual show, so skipping through the eight-minute introduction
and the extra-long commercial breaks was made decidedly easier as a
result. But, the shows themselves were a low-budget TV fan’s sight
to behold. How about the great, cheap Korg-like softcore music
played whenever Evan went off with Sarah to “hang out” off-camera?
Or, in what might be my favorite TV highlight of the last year or
two, when Evan talked about a moment during a date with Zora as
seeming like it was “straight out of a Disney movie”, complete with
slow-motion shots of birds chirping, squirrels frolicking and the
like? Subtitled kissing captions like (slurp)? Evan’s stunned look
when three of the women crashed a date by showing up nearly naked in
a hot tub?
Oh, I was laughing my ass off for about 80%
of the running time of these shows. Paul Hogan, an eerily-named
Australian, as the butler was fabulous. His lines at the end of
each show dissing one woman or another were always good for a laugh
or two. How about MoJo’s picture puzzle? Melissa’s comment that
“all I have ever wanted to do was to be a mercenary”, instead of a
missionary? Host Alex McLeod, who clearly was intended to be the
show’s host but was turned into a non-issue by the show’s finale by
not making an appearance, had one job for the first three
episodes—be a total bitch to the women that were cut by telling them
to leave the chateau by nightfall so that their rooms could be
redistributed to those still on the show.
There were so many great moments, yet I
still enjoyed watching Evan go on these dates and stumble
uncomfortably through a handful of them while having good times on
some of the others. In particular, it was cool to watch Evan’s
dates with Sarah, because all of the dates went pretty well and both
seemed to have some genuine interest in each other.
But, it is this bit in particular that
continues to baffle me—why didn’t Evan choose Sarah in the end?
Maybe I am no genius, which is no surprise to me, but if I go out on
five dates with someone and all of them go pretty well, what would
make me think that the sixth would not be worth it? Clearly, Evan
was (and should be) concerned with Sarah’s possible interest in him
being based on the fact that he has money that Evan really doesn’t
have. But, it seemed like Sarah and Evan were starting to get along
great just buddy-buddy, big money fortune or not. Which makes the
selection of Zora even MORE shocking, because...
On their second date, Zora claimed (directly
to Evan) that she had no interest in him and no real interest in
continuing. Right there, I remember saying to no one in the room,
“Evan, cut her! She doesn’t even wanna hang out with you any
more!” These up-and-down dates continued, and after the 12 women
were cut to five, I felt the conspiracy was on—the producers simply
had to have had a hand in Zora’s progression to the final show.
From the beginning, Zora seemed like finalist material—super-nice,
down-to-earth, a save-the-world-one-soul-at-a-time substitute
teacher that came from an impoverished upbringing. The second her
“I’ve never dated anyone that had money” speech showed up in episode
1, I remember Marnie, Aaron, Wes, and I all sitting there watching
and saying, “Oh yeah, she’s going to go all the way.” But, as the
show dragged on, I just couldn’t believe that she made the cut each
time.
Sure, there were other problems with the
Zora/Sarah comparison. Even to a blind man, Sarah is RIDICULOUSLY
hotter than Zora. Zora’s sex appeal, if the TV show “Are You Hot?”
is any indication, is hovering around zero. Sarah oozes a sexual
energy that none of the other women on the show could even touch.
As the two women commented during a breakfast one day, Sarah is much
more geographically desirable; how much more? BOTH EVAN AND SARAH
LIVE IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA!!! Zora never gave anyone the
indication that she would move to Los Angeles to date a construction
worker; Evan must have considered this.
But, the bottom line with Zora? She ruined
any hopes for the greatest single frame in television history.
Why? Two big reasons:
-
She is a tougher read than the
Buccaneers’ defense on third down in the Super Bowl. What did
Zora do when told that Evan didn’t really have $50 million? She
held the same half-smile she had on her face for Evan’s entire
speech. Nothing! Not a single diversion of the eyes, not a
move of the mouth, nothing. It was almost like she didn’t hear
him when he said it. But, the more important reason why the
shot was ruined?
-
Zora is the hero here. We don’t want
the hero to win, we want THE VILLAIN in times like this! This
is why, if you were like me, you were rooting for Heidi, then
MoJo, then Melissa, then Sarah to win “Joe Millionaire.” All of
them would have led to fantastic money shots of women unplugged
and really pissed off. Luckily, we still got a taste of how
good those shots would have been by having Sarah laugh
uncomfortably when Evan uttered “I’m a heavy construction
operator” and then having Melissa suddenly appear in Sarah’s
room after getting booted and showing us Melissa’s reaction to
Evan’s news through Sarah.
(Aaron, Aimee, Wes, Jon and I watched the
double-gasp of Melissa about eight times, thanks to the
instant-replay button on TiVo Monday night. Talk about comedy; this
was the show’s second-best shot, after the Disney medley in week
four.)
So, as it ends up, “Joe Millionaire” was a
good time with a bit of a disappointing payoff. Not only was Evan’s
final choice not very interesting, but the producers angered
millions of folks (including myself) last week by showing a clip
show of past highlights instead of just finishing the show’s run;
with a show that only had five original episodes, a clip show and a
two-hour finale that featured about ten minutes of actual relevant
stuff, this is one of the greatest ripoffs in recent TV memory.
Hopefully, Fox won’t get greedy and try to sequelize this thing...
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justin@bellviewmovies.com