Frank TV: "Franksgiving" (series premiere)
(Premieres tonight at 11 p.m. ET)
Frank Caliendo seems like a nice guy. A nice guy who has paid his dues in the sketch-comedy world. A nice guy who can do decent impressions of a large stock of characters whose various tics lend themselves to imitation (Jack Nicholson, Bill Clinton, Robert De Niro). A nice guy with a god-awful TV show.
Frank TV operates under the outdated premise that people can be entertained for a full half-hour by impressions and little else. While there's nothing inherently wrong with impression-based comedy, it tends to do better when it wanders into the absurd. Caliendo's method of placing his characters in cliche-ridden, humdrum circumstances (the cast of Seinfeld 20 years later; Hollywood Squares featuring–you guessed it–dumb celebrities; a leering Bill Clinton giving a tour of his library-slash-frat house, which is of course stocked with the complete collection of the Kama Sutra) is boring at best, and painfully unfunny at worst (the Clinton sketch being a low point.) The only sketches with a glimmer of originality are those featuring Caliendo's John Madden, perhaps because he's been bludgeoning the character on FOX NFL Sunday for years and is now forced to look further for inspiration.
Another huge problem is that all of Caliendo's impressions rely on amplifying the most annoying tendencies of his subjects. Jerry Seinfeld's roiling cadence is rendered a hysterical yell. Caliendo's take Dick Cheney's squinty eyes and proclivity for talking out the side of his mouth makes him looks like a stroke victim. As for anything beyond Caliendo's range, such as, um, women, he just throws on a dress and hopes for the best. (Elaine Benes has never been so terrifying.) Subtlety is never an option. In theory, Caliendo's laid-back real-life persona should provide a counterpoint during the between-sketch bits, but his monologues seem even more drab by comparison.
The segments between sketches that feature Caliendo "chatting" with the audience land somewhere between forced, awkward camaraderie and ostensibly off-the-cuff improv, providing opportunity for a couple more half-assed impressions (gee, Frank, what would it be like if Robin Williams wandered on the set?). Then, halfway through the show, Caliendo inexplicably asks a random audience member to join him as his co-host, a pairing that's supposedly meant to provide a straight man for the star's "wackiness," but results in some of the most uncomfortable man-on-man interaction I've ever witnessed. This is not alleviated when Caliendo points out his new friend's awkwardness and then lays his head in the poor man's lap, only to quickly jump back and scream "HA HA JUST KIDDING I'M NOT GAY" (that last part was screamed with his eyes).
The show strives for a variety-show-like format, transitioning between sketches and monologue with awkward segues such as this little number:
Caliendo: "Now I'm sure a lot of you are expecting me to do a John Madden sketch tonight. We're just not gonna do that, I think I've done him too much."
Audience: [moans of despair]
Caliendo: "Oh, but we do have him backstage."
Audience: [sighs of relief]
Caliendo: "Yeah, he's making a Thanksgiving dinner for all of us to enjoy at the end of the show. Hey John, how's the turkey coming?"
[cue Caliendo's taped Madden bit]