Hah. Got you again. You’re easy.
In my previous brilliant post, I told you about how I didn’t care about the actors’ personal BS. Mostly because I didn’t care about them as people, but also because I thought it had no bearing on the show.
Here’s how my apathy and willful ignorance came back to bite me on the tush:
Ultimately “The Harry Situation”, good or bad, rested upon one core idea: Harry’s apartment becomes a sex factory after he uses “Bold It!”. Like it or not, that was what the show was now about.
I was writing and re-writing episode four, trying to satisfy everyone and still come up with something I could live with.
Here’s what I had to juggle:
-Garnier Fructis needed Bold It! Power Putty mentioned again.
-The show needed to establish that Harry’s new hairdo is sexually irresistible in a very profound way.
Here’s the winner we shot (see you at the awards show - I’ll be the one parking your car):
All hell broke loose after we shot that scene.
Floyd was angry because he was playing a bunch of lame gay stereotypes. He wanted to play a highly nuanced, thinking, feeling, three-dimensional gay man – not some hackneyed cliché. He was unhappy. Or as they used to say in the 1940’s, “not so gay.”
Then, we got this from the focus group:
1) The audience thought Ben and Harry were a couple.
2) They were confused as to why Harry kept talking about sex with his roommates when he was already in a serious committed gay relationship.
And of course…
3) They thought that Power Putty was a male performance enhancer that you’re supposed to put on your privadas.
The world is truly a beautiful place.
It was an incredible moment of serendipity: This scene played into Harry’s nagging fear that women would think he’s into dudes, and the sponsor’s nagging fear that consumers would think Power Putty was Sex Putty.
So once again, what better way to solve the problem than with a misguided and desperate Public Service Announcement “brought to you by Garnier Fructis Bold It!”.
Terrible. Terrible terrible terrible terrible terrible. The sponsor “asked” me to include information about their hair putty. Didn’t I do a great job? I’m pretty wonderful. And somehow this PSA solved everyone’s problems. I was grinding my teeth into tiny yellow nubs while I slept, but everyone else was eerily happy.
Almost… too happy.
(My awesome cliffhangers are getting better and better.)