***Just got off the phone with a woman who works specifically with designers to launch their lines. Wow! Why doesn’t Ian Edelman, creator of ‘How To Make It In America,’ know someone like this exists and write it into his bible so Cam and Ben(?) aren’t bumbling around like village idiots in their quest to be THE MAN?
I respect creative endeavors and output. Getting a television show to air is a tremendous achievement and should not be treated with disrespect.
But ‘How To Make It In America’ bores me.
I feel this is someone’s heart and soul being poured out over Cam and the lead guy’s (cannot remember the character’s name) attempt to make their new jean line (Crisp) a must-have for every model’s ass from Manhattan to Minsk.
I wish the show made me feel energized and do more than chuckle. The ambition on display needs to be shimmery and irresistible (yes, like Citizen Kane‘s) to whip up excitement.
Instead, it’s super chunky like curdled milk. Glug, glug. (Except for Luis Guzman. I have loved Luis Guzman since he played a magic obsessed ex-con in Out Of Sight.)
The show wants us to be enamored of two clueless dudes attempting to become Donald Trump 3.0? It’s not the real estate industry that is Donald’s true claim to fame; it’s his hardcore belief in himself as King of the World. And that’s what Cam, the other guy and some character played by Kid Cudi (I know I could look up the names but Umi said I didn’t have to) KNOW is their destiny.
A destiny that doesn’t require knowledge, insight, research, or wit, but does need much champagne and models. And connections. And sick beats. Example given:
A model girlfriend of Kid Cudi’s character knows John Varvatos (yes, THE John Varvatos) so Cam and the other lead guy wrangle an invitation to drink with THE John Varvatos and his party of friends and friends of friends in some lounge that is only known to models. Then, Cam awkwardly asks THE John Varvatos for help with the launch of their jean line with a self-serving toast. IT WORKS. THE John Varvatos agrees to meet them in the daylight, without alcohol lubricants. SCORE!
The two denim kings in the making don’t actually get to meet with Varvatos. He offers up his Denim president to guide them in the next step of jeanmaking. He tells them to get a pattern maker. And the two little denim kings open their eyes and say we didn’t know we needed that. Which is odd to me because if Ben (I think that’s his name) attended FIT for a short time, why doesn’t he have an inkling of this?
It seems insulting that the show wants viewers to believe there their two leads are that clueless and that we should be charmed by it. These are two twentysomethings that can talk their way into clubs, parties and panties. They should have picked up some knowledge that can help them between 9 and 5, no?
Or maybe viewers are supposed to identify with the naivete and mistakes so it can be sweeter when the two in Cam’s words: ‘Become the man.’ Maybe the goal is to have viewers believe that Cam and Ben’s(?) adventures are our own? But without drinking champagne and smelling jasmine scented model hair.
My other problem with the show is that it doesn’t feel very HBO. If I wanted to watch television at 10pm on a Sunday night, I would be watching ABC. HBO is supposed to bring the kind of adult subject matter that makes one feel worldly and innocent at the same time.
‘Sex and the City’ for its flaws did this entertainingly well. See Valley of the Twenty-Something Guys episode.
I need that kind of jolt to the system from the twenty-somethings of ‘How To Make It In America.’