Showing posts with label Paul Reiser. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Reiser. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Leaf Brief: Treeing Red

Dress: Arizona Jeans, JCPenny; Shoes: Chase & Chloe, Zulily; Bag: Apt. 9, Kohl's  Red and yellow bangles: B Fabulous; Orange bangle: Mixit, JCPenney; Maroon bangle: Iris Apfel for INC, Macy's

Maple Mix Barrette Brooch

Top: Nine West, Kohl's; Skirt: Candie's, Kohl's; Shoes: Nine West, Amazon; Bag: Nine West, ROSS; Belt: Belt is Cool, Amazon

Fancy Foliage Barrette Brooch

Fall may seem like an odd time to review a show that takes place during summer.  Then again, Red Oaks is an awfully autumny name for a comedy cured in warm weather.  So as with most of life's contradictions, I'll accept that the truth lies somewhere in the middle and get the heck on with it.

The Amazon Prime original Red Oaks (2014-2017), not to be confused with Twelve Oaks (although both have some Scarlett, ha ha), is about a Jewish North Jersey country club in the '80s.  Our hero is David Meyers (Craig Roberts), the club's twenty-year-old assistant tennis pro.  In the first scene of the first episode, David's dad (Richard Kind) has a heart attack on the tennis court during a discussion about David's future.  But Oaks isn't always as serious as an ER trip -- even if pompous club president Doug Getty (Paul Reiser) does tangle with Johnny Law.  It's summer, it's fun.  And David is at least sometimes carefree as he navigates the do's and don'ts of country club life along with his stoner-slash-secret-genius bud Wheeler (Oliver Cooper) and cartoon character of a womanizing tennis pro Nash (Ennis Esmer) one entitled member -- and love interest -- at a time.  

Because true to form of the age of angst, David has girl problems.  And parent problems.  And what-am-I-going-to-do-with-my-life problems.  All of which he battles from his bicycle.  That's right.  What we have on our hands here is a classic manchild.  Not only does David lack wheels, he lives with his parents instead of at NYU.  Still, despite his failure to launch, he wants more from life than a wife and a desk job.  Even if his high school girlfriend Karen (Gage Golightly) is content to remain in their hometown forever.  

As an emissary from the '80s, Red Oaks offers music somewhere between New Wave and the background track on an after-school-special.  And then, of course, there's the fashion.  Although more realistic than the Day-Glo sweat bands and leopard leggings that come prepackaged as Halloween costumes, it's nonetheless iconic, with bowler hats, striped leotards, and Laura Ashley-esque florals swathing the artist, aerobics instructor, and costumer that they respectively represent.  What's more, Jennifer Grey, Gina Gershon, and Josh Meyers (yes, Seth's brother) round out the "adult" cast.  Although the maturity level of Meyers's cheesy photographer is debatable.    

Red Oaks brims with life's big and not-so-big questions but leaves plenty of room for funny.  Introspective and bittersweet, it's a character-driven joy ride that takes a nostalgic look at coming of age in the '80s.     

So, fall.  Get out there and jump in a pile of leaves.  Just look before you leap.  

There are worms in there.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

My Two Turtlenecks: Sunny Side S'up


I'm posting about my two turtlenecks because they remind me of that show "My Two Dads."  You know, the one from the late '80s with Paul Reiser and that other guy and the girl who ended up on "Step by Step" (IMDb says her name is Staci Keanan).  Not because it was a great show (it wasn't).  But because it took place in an apartment with a car in it.  Not in a car accident-kind-of-way, but in a car-as-art-kind-of-way.  Because the non-Paul Reiser guy was an artist.  (IMDb says his name is Greg Evigan).

The girl in the show had two dads because her mom died and didn't know which of her ex-boyfriends was the father.  Racy stuff for that time.  But 1987 was a big year for sitcom families with more than one dad (I'm talking to you, "Full House."  Even if your extra two papas were just mullet-sporting, low-rent entertainment biz uncles.)  That said, I have two (identical) turtlenecks because, like fatherless waifs all over the world, I've been on the search all my life.  Or, at least since I chucked my last daffodil-hued standby five years ago.  (Sadly, despite not being acrylic, it had a mad case of the pills.)  I have so many sleeveless blouses and dresses in need of the kind of warmth -- both in color and fabric -- that can come only from the type of top preferred by tortoises, in the shade of hot, melty Velveeta.  Are these two tops ever so slightly boxier than I would've liked?  Um, is Uncle Jesse still a San Francisco treat?  (The answer is an unequivocal yes.)  Nevertheless, I wasn't about to let a little thing like a less-than-perfect fit stop me from stocking up on such a coveted and hard-to-come-by commodity.  In my experience, most people shy away from yellow, which is why stores don't carry a lot of clothes in that color.  So when I saw this top in the Wild Fable corner of Target, I pounced.

I decided to photograph my dynamic duo with a couple of my old '80s-inspired felt necklaces that are almost -- but not quite -- the same.  I like to think of them as fraternal twins.  Like two dads that are the same but different, one a free spirit in a leather jacket and the other a buttoned-up nerd in a tie.  But both full of love for their daughter.  In this analogy, I'm the daughter.  And it's the turtlenecks that are my dads.       

Now all I need is that car.

And, of course, a bucket of Velveeta.