Advance Review: House of Lies

Michael Sarko January 2, 2012 4

Pictured: Don Cheadle, Kristen Bell, Dawn Olivieri and two plastic ferns pretending to be actors.

TV network branding might just be the most mind-warping sector of the entertainment industry. While most businesses allow a certain degree of control in their own brand development, TV is at the mercy of capricious executives, unpredictable showrunners and the monster of public opinion. So, when a premium network like Showtime tries with all the might of its marketing department to brand itself as the fun, winking alternative to HBO’s much-deserved reputation as a purveyor of excellent but self-serious programming, it can be painful to watch it stumble through a new, not-terribly-good show like its newest outing, House of Lies. The series Showtime and creator Matthew Carnahan have on their hands is not, as they imagine, clever, sexy and iconoclastic. Instead, it’s puerile, overindulgent and often tries way too hard to court its audience’s affections.

Don Cheadle stars as Marty Kaan, a corporate spin doctor consultant based on the ideas present in satirist Martin Kihn’s book, House of Lies: How Management Consultants Steal Your Watch and Then Tell You the Time. Throughout the show’s pilot (which airs January 8th on Showtime and is currently available on the network’s website), Marty breaks the fourth wall in flashy freeze-frame sequences to explain corporate consulting jargon that, honestly, could have been explained more organically throughout the season. Of course, House of Lies isn’t nearly patient enough to parcel out its terminology so gradually. It’s no Rubicon, though I’m sure both Carnahan and Showtime top boy David Nevins are worried about the show having a similarly short run. HoL‘s pilot lays the stimulation on so thick that it’s an obvious ploy to grab the ever-lucrative lowest common denominator.

In a rather puzzling decision, the pilot removes most of the central cast from their home base in Los Angeles to romp around New York on a contract to save the image of a transparently unethical mortgage firm in the wake of the sub-prime lending crisis. While there’s no problem (and not just a little appeal) in HoL being a globetrotting show, this field trip seems wasted. The subtle color and lighting differences between bright, sunny California and drab, blue-tone Manhattan mean nothing when all we’ve seen of Marty’s life is his gorgeous apartment and some Sorkin-lite walk-and-talk pieces in LAX.

But really, the biggest problem with the pilot is its tendency to turn all dialogue into exposition. Aside from the freeze-frame bits, which at least attempt to be fun, the episode is littered with awkward info-dumps that are meant to fill out characters who deserve better. Most egregiously, the script wastes Kristen Bell as young consultant Jeannie. She’s Marty’s psychologically incisive coworker who barely says anything that isn’t a wordy description/deconstruction of Marty’s backstory, only to be treated to a mix of misogyny and exposition in return. Unless, of course, the world of corporate consulting is populated by people who often tell their colleagues things they already know about themselves.

That aforementioned misogyny isn’t limited to Jeannie, though. Every other woman in the pilot is some kind of psychopath, be it Marty’s pill-popping bitch of an ex-wife and professional rival, the wild-eyed stripper Marty inexplicably brings to a business dinner or the wife of his executive client who literally can’t go five minutes on screen without succumbing to the temptation to have wild, lesbian sex in the bathroom of a posh restaurant.

I suppose we shouldn’t expect more from Showtime at this point. It is, after all, the network that has mined years of entertainment from watching a serial killer do what he does best. The problem is that House of Lies isn’t even fun for switching off one’s brain and just enjoying the ride. It insults without challenging values, indulges in the emptiest ways possible and does character work either badly or not at all. In the end, it’s like a week’s worth of bad sitcoms with the addition of tits and the suggestion of emotional conflict without the scripting to back it up.

  • JonCummings

    I haven’t seen this show, so I’ll reserve judgment. I would, however, argue vociferously with your blanket dismissal of Showtime’s original programming. Any channel that has offered up “Weeds” (the first three seasons, at least), “The Big C,” “Nurse Jackie,” and the wonder that is “Homeland” (there isn’t a better show on television, IMHO) is far more than the conduit for too many seasons of “Dexter.” (I don’t watch “Dexter,” but my wife loved it until recently.)
     

  • Michael Sarko

    I haven’t seen “Homeland” yet, though I’ve heard good things. As for the others…

    1. You’re right, the first three seasons of “Weeds” were good TV. I’m occasionally a defender of the subsequent four seasons of wheel-spinning, but they’re more often an indication of what Showtime has become rather than what it could be.

    2. “The Big C” is a big yawn, much as I like Laura Linney.

    3. “Nurse Jackie” could have been great. It started with promise but stumbled bigtime at the end of the first season, then pulled the rug out from under itself by hitting the “just kidding” button on all consequences for its protagonist at the beginning of Season 2.

    It’s not that Showtime is incapable of top-tier programming, it’s that the network heads and showrunners have a tendency to kneecap their projects in ways that are more reminiscent of major networks playing to the masses than embracing the boldness of the best cable programming.

  • http://twitter.com/bstolemyremote bitchstolemyremote

    The misogynistic tone was definitely a turn off, though this is easily Bell’s strongest performance since Veronica Mars went off the air (*sniff*). Holding out for it because it has some potential, but thus far it reminds a lot of Dirt, the previous show by the creator. Our take here: 
    http://wp.me/p1VQBq-ia

  • http://www.popdose.com Anonymous

    I thought this was awful.  And I’m a big fan of both Don Cheadle and Kristin Bell.  Plus, I think boobs are pretty neat.  And still, I thought it was garbage.