The show is an uneven mess, but there are two things that are driving me bonkers:
1) Has anyone in the production staff even heard of Marilyn Monroe? In what universe would this Karen Cartwright chick be considered a front runner for Marilyn Monroe next to someone like Ivy? I get it, Karen is the Norma Jean, Ivy is the Marilyn. Vomit. The problem is I don't believe Karen could ever be a Marilyn, and this is from someone who actually thinks McPhee is talented. The way the authors/producer/director keep insinuating Karen is the dark horse candidate for the role, and the way the show keeps telegraphing that she will inevitably step into the role when Ivy chokes, is EFFING MADDENING. The best proof that SMASH's writers have no clue about Marilyn came last week, when some big names were discussed for the role in a potential Broadway transfer: Scarlet Johansson (nice rack and can sing), Michelle Williams (chosen no doubt because Theresa Rebeck saw Williams' Marilyn biopic in the new releases DVD rack at Target)....and
SUTTON FOSTER?!? What, are Jackie Hoffman and Donna Murphy busy? Jesus Christ.
2) The show's treatment of men somehow manages to infuriate both my inner feminist
and my outer misogynist. Nobody is allowed to have both a penis and a well-rounded characterization; in SMASH, men are either opportunities or obstacles for the women who make the world go around. Fine, whatever, I voted for Hillary, too, but what I can't abide is the silly way that every single female character (including Tom) has had multiple men prostrate themselves at her feet, desperate for her sex. I haven't seen so many men improbably fling themselves at women so far below their league since I accidentally watched an episode of SEX AND THE CITY. Karen's man is a doormat, Ivy's man is an asshole...yawn. Julia has a loving husband and a son, and apparently neither of these men were good enough for her because she decided to trade them in for an affair with a married coworker and an adopted child from China? If this had been done by a male character, it would've been treated as a sinister mid-life crisis and the focus would've been on the damage caused to the women in his life (see: Eileen), but because it's a woman, it's set to sweeping strings and tinkly piano music. Yeesh, that's a particularly nasty characterization, especially for the character I think is supposed to represent Rebeck herself. Again, I get it: SMASH is emotional porn aimed squarely at the ovary demographic, but I've literally read better portrayals of men in drugstore romance novels.
One good thing I can say: this show has made me fall in love with Megan Hilty. I already liked her going into SMASH, but not even the bad writing for her character can cover up the fact that Hilty is the most talented person in this cast. Watching her transform into Marilyn is so good that it's a little spooky, and of course it's no coincidence that the only musical numbers that don't have me reaching for a railroad spike to hammer into my ears feature her heavily. She even got me to listen to that dreadful "History Is Made At Night" song without fast-forwarding (only once, though). So, for Megan Hilty, SMASH will stay on my TiVO.