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The Night The Lights Went Out in Scranton

Thursday, November 15th, 2007


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So sad, so sad… Tonight saw the first real casualty of the WGA strike (no offense, Mr. Leno) with the airing of The Office‘s unofficial season finale. This blow is especially painful considering it was just a few weeks ago that we finally abandoned the tired hour-long episodes that soiled the beginning of the season and returned to the snappy, digestible norm. So how did they (accidentally) leave us? Was it just a normal episode or did they go out in true Office fashion – with hilarity culminating in a cliffhanger?

Actually, it was something kind of new. The Office has always been the sad, crying clown of primetime, but, on occasion, they take it too far. We’re used to Michael Scott’s annoying creepiness generally balancing out his heartbreaking earnestness. While our allegiances for all other characters are clearly defined, we never quite know what to think of Michael. The writers created an ambiguous yin and yang to keep us from ever feeling too sympathetic or repulsed. But in last night’s episode, “Deposition,” that balance was entirely absent and Michael was exposed for the unwitting whipping boy we all know he really is.

Apparently Jan is suing Dunder Mifflin for wrongful termination, and she and Michael had to drive to New York for him to give his pre-trial testimony. Michael tried to stick to Jan’s script, but he kind of fell apart after getting curveballs like his diary used as evidence and public readings of Jan’s bitingly critical performance reviews and testimony of Dunder Mifflin’s utter lack of faith in his abilities. Sure, there was a funny side-story of ping pong tournaments back at the Scranton office, but for the most part, this episode was just depressing – possibly more miserable than Phyllis’ wedding. And that’s all she (er, they) wrote, folks. Expect to wait as long nine months for another episode.

Belated Thoughts on Joss Whedon’s Office

Tuesday, February 20th, 2007

vampires!If tree falls in the woods, and no one is there to hear it, it may or may not make a sound. But if I’m out of town and away from my television, it apparently goes on without me. The OC inched closer to death, Desperate Housewives resolved the third season’s big mystery much earlier than expected, Grey’s Anatomy might soon be ‘sAnatomy and Buffy creator/earthly deity Joss Whedon made his first off-screen contribution to TV in almost three years.

I fall into strange gap. I’ve never been one of the BBC elitists who turned their nose up at the American incarnation of The Office, nor have I ever been a rabid super-fan. I tune in most weeks, laugh a little to myself and fail to ever commit most of the characters names to memory. When word started spreading in the nerdosphere that Whedon would be making his directorial return to primetime on The Office, I couldn’t help but wish it had been on Veronica Mars or Heroes. Not just because I like them more, but because they have the greatest number of unnecessary cast members begging to be killed off à la Joss. Also frustrating was the fact that Joss wouldn’t also be writing the episode. After all, Joss is an auteur*! How could he put his stamp on the show without his signature dialogue?

Four days after the rest of the world saw it, after a few minutes of sifting through my hemorrhaging DVR, all of my reservations were put to rest. My adoration makes my bias, so I can’t say with any certainty that the episode was as funny as I thought it was or that the credit is his. I can, however, ignore what I just said and do both of those things. Last week’s Office was the greatest ever, and it is all because of Joss Whedon.

Signs of Whedon were scattered throughout the episode – emotional devastation, sublime pun-age and, obviously, vampires! Who else could have better shown the awkward vulnerability of Pam standing alone in front of her sketches? Nobody can exploit adolescent insecurities in adults like Joss. Despite the mounting sympathies for the desperately lost Pam and Michael’s hilarious/traumatizing Q&A in the classroom, Dwight was the highlight of the episode. I usually find him too creepy and over the top, but like a spoonful of sugar, vampire references make everything so much sweeter. His attempts to catch the bat loose in Dunder Mifflin culminated in nearly suffocating a random coworker while trapping the bat in a black garbage bag over her head. She probably got rabies, but I have never laughed so hard. Three cheers!

 *any use of the word “auteur” is always in jest.