Lipstick Jungle Is In A League Of Its Own
I've been given the enviable task of reviewing the premiere episode of NBC's new comedy (?) Lipstick Jungle (aka Stiletto Playground, aka High-Impact Mascara Marshland, aka [symbol of Bushnellian womanhood] [high-contrast locale]) tonight, so I've been trying to keep an open mind about it. This isn't easy, because I've seen the ad where the three leads are all collapsed against each other on a sofa so many times today, I feel like Brooke Shields and company are leaning directly on me.
I just checked my shoulder half expecting to find Kim Raver's foundation there like a shellacked make-up shroud of Turin.
The worst part about the Lipstick Jungle promotional push, though, is the trailer for the show, which I had the misfortune of watching last night. Here's a sample of the dialogue:
Powerful Woman Wearing Animal-Print Shoes Because She Wants To Have It All 1: You hugged? There's no hugging in firing!
Powerful Woman Wearing Animal-Print Shoes Because She Wants To Have It All 2: I've hugged and fired before. I'm a hugger.