Showing posts with label Ben Feldman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ben Feldman. Show all posts

Monday, April 4, 2016

Up, Up, and Away: Big Sky and Cloud Coverage in Store




 Fabulous Felt Pink Balloon Bouquet Barrette


Top: Express, Marshalls
Skirt (that's really a dress!): Kohl's
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Xhilaration, Target
Scarf: A.C. Moore
Sunglasses: Kohl's



Fabulous Felt Balloon Bouquet Necklace

Tee: Merona, Target
Skirt: Material Girl, Macy's
Shoes: Christian Siriano for Payless
Bag: Bisou Bisou, JCPenney
Belt: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Sunglasses: JCPenney




Top: Material Girl, Macy's
Skirt: So, Kohl's
Shoes: Christian Siriano for Payless
Bag: Nine West, Boscov's
Belt: Wet Seal
Sunglasses: JCPenney



Balloon Bow Barrette

Top: Self Esteem, JCPenney
Jeans: l.e.i, JCPenney
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Nordstrom
Sunglasses: Michael's

Balloons are always cause for celebration.  Nina had 99 red ones, the guy from Up took to the skies with a bunch, and Jules Verne explored the world in one of epic proportions.  So, it's no wonder that I couldn't stop making accessories in their likeness.  Two necklaces blew up into a quartet of barrettes, a whole host of others hovering on the horizon of my imagination.  I think that one of the reasons these perennial partygoers are so popular is that they symbolize not just joy but possibility, their ultimate destination the proverbially limitless sky.  Indeed, whenever I drive home over the bridge into Brigantine, all I can see is sky and clouds, and it's like I'm driving up into the heavens.  All the houses look so quaint and small, putting everything into perspective.  It's a wonderful way to end the day and always makes me feel very lucky.  

On a less philosophical but nonetheless thought-provoking note, these same clouds remind me of NBC's new mid-season (albeit already wrapped) sitcom Superstore.  It's about (what else?) a Walmart-esque big box store whimsically and perhaps satirically christened Cloud 9 (not to be confused with the defunct Ocean City boardwalk shop of the same name) and stars America Ferrera (Ugly BettySisterhood of the Traveling Pants) and Ben Feldman (Mad Men, Drop Dead Diva).  Ferrera plays Amy, a sharp but jaded retail lifer who got married too young and, however guardedly, dreams of bigger things.  Feldman plays Jonas, an idealistic newcomer armed with ideas and an MBA.  They're at odds, but they like each other, their fledgling friendship revealing snippets of their backstories in each episode.  I didn't want to like this show, and initially I didn't (as per usual).  But like most sitcoms, it grew on me.  Its humor is sly but sophisticated, very relatable workplace stuff (as well it should be, brought to us by the creators of The Office), and the chemistry between Amy and Jonas is tense and tender, building over staff meetings and customer service snafus as naturally as a checkout line on a Saturday morning.  Their story may be stalled for now, but if the Internet predictions are true, then this duo will be back, price guns brandished, for a second season.

I saw America Ferrera talking about Superstore on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, and she said something that really spoke to me:  There are tons of shows about crime and intrigue, and those are all well and good, but it's the shows about everyday working class people, shows like Cheers and Roseanne that really teach us about life.  Or something.  I can't be sure -- I was downing Cheetos at the time.  Still, I agreed with her; humor is where the heart is, often offering the best insight into the human condition that TV has to offer.

I think that calls for a good old-fashioned grand opening-style balloon arch, don't you?  Maybe with a clown out front making balloon dogs and peacocks, dogs because everyone likes them and peacocks because of NBC.  The first hundred shoppers would get an America or Ben bobblehead and a free slushie coupon.  And just maybe, at the end of the day, some sugar-buzzed local would look up at the sky, sigh, and mutter, "My oh my, that's a whole lot of latex."

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

TV Tuesday: Drop Dead Diva Descends

Lifetime's "Drop Dead Diva" is the quintessential guilty pleasure summer soap.  As frothily frivolous as the season itself, the courtroom dramedy about the reincarnation of aspiring model Deb Dobkins as overweight lawyer-with-a-heart Jane Bingham (Brooke Elliot) demands a certain suspension of disbelief.  Jane just happens to work for the same law firm as Deb's fiance, the kind and handsome Grayson (Jackson Hurst).  But is he kind enough to look past Jane's less-than-model appearance to find the soulmate within?  That's what Deb must determine.  In the meantime, she revs up Jane's life and wardrobe, bringing - and yes, I must say this - style to trial.  Sassy secretary Teri (Margaret Cho) and cutthroat counselor Kim (Kate Levering) are along for the ride, furnishing corporate stereotypes that lend normalcy to an otherwise cosmic conundrum.

Now that the show is in its fourth season, Grayson is finally starting to put the pieces of Jane's identity together.  Meanwhile, Jane's guardian angel, Fred (Ben Feldman), reveals his identity to his girlfriend (and Jane's BFF) Stacy (April Bowlby), a no-no so huge that it sends him hurtling back to heaven.  I couldn't help but be struck by how easily Grayson and Stacy accept the otherworldly nature of their (in Grayson's case, would-be) significant others.  I know it's a TV show, but a little healthy fear would have been convincing!

Sunday's surprises weren't limited to the supernatural.  Kim Kardashian appeared in the nominal role of barista-slash-relationship guru, ostensibly for the sole purpose of dispensing initially questionable but ultimately sage advice to Stacy.  None of Diva's signature Ally McBeal-meets-Scrubs-style dream sequences debuted this time, but then there was already a lot going on, and you can't show all your cards too early.  Overall, this was a fun and satisfying season premiere, reminding us, as ever, that the universe has a sense of humor.