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Television review: 'The Playboy Club'

The new drama on NBC falls in the trap of turning sexism into kitsch.

September 17, 2011|By Mary McNamara, Los Angeles Times Television Critic
  • Amber Heard as Maureen and Eddie Cibrian as Nick in NBC's "The Playboy Club."
Amber Heard as Maureen and Eddie Cibrian as Nick in NBC's "The… (Matt Dinerstein / NBC )

There is, no doubt, a tantalizing drama to be made about the early years of the Playboy Club, about the women who worked there and the men who patronized it, about Playboy's influence on the sexual revolution and the often very fine line between sexual liberation and sexual exploitation. But NBC's "The Playboy Club" ain't it.

For all its "Mad Men" pretensions (which extend so far as casting Naturi Naughton, who played Lane's bunny paramour in Season 4) and judge-not retro naughtiness, creator Chad Hodge doesn't have the courage of his convictions. "The Playboy Club" is nothing but a tarted-up mob drama; the bunnies may be used as the marketing and milieu but the main narrative is about the men, and no one seems aware of the irony.

Which makes "The Playboy Club," if nothing else, a good example of one danger of our current surrender to nostalgia: the kitschification of sexism.

We meet callow new bunny Maureen (Amber Heard) as she is dreamily admiring the vocal talents of power bunny Carol-Lynne (Laura Benanti), only to be advised by nice bunny Alice (Leah Renee) and sassy bunny Brenda (Naughton) to get back to her cigarette bunny duties.

But the action doesn't start until Maureen catches the eye of Nick Dalton (Eddie Cibrian). Nick Dalton, now there's a name, and what a guy — Chicago's hottest young politico who, within minutes, saves Maureen from a supply closet attack by a creepy patron who Maureen accidentally, and rather hilariously, kills in the process. But this isn't just any creepy patron, this is a connected creepy patron, and so Nick and Maureen quickly develop the sort of sexy bond created whenever you dump a mobster's body into the river together.

B-plots arise as B-plots must — Maureen refuses to give up her Chicago dreams; Carol-Lynne fights with manager Billy (David Krumholtz) for power in the club; Alice has a Big Secret and Brenda dreams of being the "first chocolate centerfold" — but Nick's career, past and present, defines the show. Hodge doesn't seem quite sure of what to do with all those bunnies beyond parading them and their cantilevered bosoms around and then self-righteously showcasing some of the humiliations the women must endure to embody every man's fantasy.

The show's blatant attempt to have it both ways is perfectly captured when Hugh Hefner, who opens and closes the pilot in voice-over, explains why his ethos was just as liberating for women as for men: "It was the 1960s, and the bunnies were some of the only women in the world who could be whoever they wanted to be."

This is patently absurd — the bunnies may have been better paid than their non-cotton-tail-wearing counterparts, but they were uniformed waitresses, for heaven's sake, chosen for their homogenous bustiness, taught how to stand and walk and dip a certain way, and controlled by a demerit system. But it is an argument that is often made in any context in which a woman's sex appeal is a coin with which she trades. Never was it argued louder than in the late '50s and early '60s, when the nascent modern women's movement was defined by both "The Feminine Mystique" and "Sex and the Single Girl."

Which should, in theory anyway, make for great television.

Most modern television shows assume a certain gender parity, making the sexual stakes increasingly discrete and personal — will this seemingly mismatched pair overcome their separate neuroses and find love? In many cases, the traditional roles have been reversed, with women portrayed as tightly wound, breadwinning multi-taskers and men as slacker-boys, dazed by the responsibility of adulthood.

So it's not surprising that, as "Mad Men" proved, Americans were happy to be entranced by a show that bathes our past foibles in the golden light of nostalgia. A drama set in the early '60s threw sexual dynamics into broad relief — men really were in control and women literally defined by biology. The networks could not wait to catch up, with "The Playboy Club," ABC's "Pan Am" and reboot of "Charlie's Angels" ("once upon a time, there were three little girls"); even the BBC got into the act with the miniseries "The Hour."

All of them share a desire to show, one way or another, just how tough it was for a woman in a man's world. And in its finest moments, a period piece can show us how much we have changed, how much we have not and perhaps even why.

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