Murphy’s Law – One Shot: The Gates

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Joel Murphy

Joel Murphy

Vampires and werewolves are a hot commodity these days. Since Hollywood has never been able to stop itself from running a good idea into the ground, there are currently countless TV shows and movies out there featuring these iconic supernatural entities.

That means that to stand out in a world oversaturated with these creatures of the night, any good vampire/werewolf show needs to find its niche. True Blood appeals to those who like their mythical creatures oversexed and delightfully southern. Twilight has cornered the market on supernatural entities as sparkly parables for teen abstinence. But there are still plenty of uncharted avenues to explore within the genre. All it takes is one creative writer to come along and shake things up a bit.

Unfortunately, that writer does not work on ABC’s new summer show The Gates. It seems as if the creative forces behind The Gates actively set out to make the most clichéd, predictable vampire/werewolf show on the air today.

In fact, the show is so paint-by-numbers that I had no choice but to give its premiere episode the old One Shot treatment …

The Gates – “Pilot”
(ABC – Sundays at 10 p.m.)

(Side note: As per usual, I’m far too lazy and unmotivated to go learn these character’s names, so I’ll be assigning generic titles to these characters as I go along.)

We quickly learn that “The Gates” is the name of a posh gated community (wonder how long it took the developers to come up with that brilliant name?) surrounded by giant impenetrable walls that are, of course, guarded by a bumbling, idiotic security guard.

We are introduced to the Monohans (which, I believe, is Latin for “one hand”). Papa One-hand is the new police chief of The Gates. Taking a page from Die Hard (and countless other cop movies), we learn that Chief One-hand was a detective in Chicago who accidentally shot an unarmed man, so he took this job in this supposedly quiet neighborhood to get a fresh start. We also meet Momma One-hand and their two kids, Charlie and Forgettable Younger Sister.

Chief One-hand quickly starts ruffling feathers in The Gates by investigating the mysterious disappearance of a contractor. The Contractor was last seen in front of the house of … let’s call them Mr. and Mrs. Vampire. The Contractor was talking on his cell phone while driving, which distracted enough to almost run over Little Girl Vampire. The Contractor manages to cut open his head on the steering wheel when he slams on the brakes, so Mrs. Vampire invites him in to treat the wound. You can guess how that turns out.

Mr. Vampire returns home from his business trip and is not pleased to find out his wife murdered The Contractor. However, when Chief One-hand comes snooping around, Mr. Vampire helps her lie to the chief and then later helps dispose of the body and the truck (ditching the truck in the woods and making it look like The Contractor was attacked by wolves). However, he later scolds her, warning her that her actions could blow their cover and jeopardize their custody of their adopted daughter.

Chief One-hand is immediately suspicious of the Vampire family, but no one seems to take his hunch too seriously. The developer of The Gates advises him to drop it, lest he upset the town council. The chief’s request for a warrant to search the Vampire’s property is also denied. So, following the clichéd cop story handbook, Chief One-hand goes rogue and searches their property on his own. Mr. Vampire catches him and One-hand claims he had a report of a prowler on the loose. Mr. Vampire is unconvinced.

Meanwhile, Charlie One-hand adjusts to life at his new high school. Following in a long and storied cinematic tradition, his teacher has conveniently tailored his lesson plan so that it directly relates to the plot of the show. In this case, the teacher has the class reading Flannery O’Connor, which facilitates a class discussion about blending in with society when saddled with a deformity. Charlie talks about O’Connor’s battle with lupus (which, he tells us, is Latin for “wolf”) and argues that O’Connor believes that appearances matter and that assimilation is important.

Charlie’s comments impress one of his female classmates. She tracks him down after class and convinces him to join Mock Trial. Sticking to the clichéd plot handbook, she too is an outsider in town who is nonplussed about living in The Gates. She quickly falls for Charlie’s good looks and sensitivity, but she is of course already dating a meathead jock (who also happens to be a werewolf). Meathead Jock immediately hates Charlie and gets jealous of the way his gal fawns over him. Before long, Outsider Girl convinces Charlie to help her test out a lie detector (don’t ask), which reveals Charlie’s secret crush on her. Meathead Jock, who is apparently a human lie detector, studies her pupils and body language to uncover her feelings for Charlie.

Meathead Jock naturally wants to go all “Teen Wolf” on Charlie, but another one of the werewolf boys in the neighborhood talks him out of it. This other werewolf also tries to talk Meathead into joining his wolf pack, but he politely declines.

Mama One-hand manages to stumble across two other occult figures in the town – a pair of witches running competing holistic medicine shops. One of them uses her magic for good, giving people herbal potions that improve their lives, while the other one is secretly giving her customers potions to control them. Mama One-hand unknowingly ends up in the shop of the evil witch. But with any luck, someone will drop a house on her before she does anything too nefarious to Mama One-hand.

The episode ends with Mama One-hand throwing a wet blanket over top of the chief’s hunch and convincing him to drop his investigation of the Vampire family. She says that after shooting that unarmed man and uprooting the family to The Gates, he owes it to them to keep a low profile and to not go rocking the boat too much. (Yes, she actually plays the “You Accidentally Killed A Guy” card in the first episode. She seems delightful.) Just when he is ready to drop the case, he gets a call informing him that a body has been found in the woods. He heads to the crime scene, thinking it might be The Contractor, but instead discovers that it’s the police chief he replaced, who everyone thought had retired to Mexico.

Final Thoughts: Seriously, this show isn’t even trying. Every single thing that happened has happened in another show or movie countless times before. The characters are incredibly bland. The only thing The Gates has going for it is that Rhona Mitra, who plays Mrs. Vampire, is incredibly hot, but since this is on ABC and not premium cable, there’s not even any hope of seeing her naked. I just can’t see who this show would appeal to. If you want to see a show about vampires and werewolves, there are so many better options out there. There’s no point in investing yourself in one that makes you feel like you’ve already seen in countless times before.

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Joel Murphy is the creator of HoboTrashcan, which is probably why he has his own column. He loves pugs, hates Jimmy Fallon and has an irrational fear of robots. You can contact him at murphyslaw@hobotrashcan.com.

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Positive Cynicism – Open letters

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Aaron Davis

Aaron R. Davis

Excuse me while I take care of some business.

Dear Joel Silver:

As far as I can tell, you’re the only one who doesn’t want to see a Veronica Mars movie. But you’re also the one who couldn’t make a Wonder Woman movie work, either, and your big innovation was to turn it into a coming-of-age story with a hot teenager in the role. Are there any women producers at Warner Bros. who could handle Veronica Mars — or any other movie about women — instead?

Sincerely,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Internet:

The humor value of simply pasting Mr. Bean’s head onto something has been vastly overrated.

Keep reaching for the stars,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear TMZ:

Talking about a teenager’s sexuality from behind a veil of stern disapproval and assumed moral authority is really just a less honest way of exploiting a teenager’s sexuality.

Seeing right through your bullshit,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Cute Overload:

How come you never think my bunny is cute? My bunny is so cute he’ll give you diabetes just looking at him!

Adorably yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Sarah Palin supporters:

Are you fucking kidding me?

Laughingly yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Dax Shepard:

I am prepared to fight you to the death for Kristen Bell. Do not test me on this.

Murderously yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Elmo:

Aaron didn’t used to like you. Aaron worked in retail when the Elmo Craze was going full swing. But now Aaron doesn’t mind you so much, because Aaron despises Abby Cadabby much, much more. So Aaron and Elmo are cool now.

Muppet fo’ life,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Apple fanboys:

“Get a Mac” is not actually helpful advice when I’m frustrated and trying to fix my PC. It is, however, a good way to get me to punch you in the throat. You want to talk Mac vs. PC some time, fine, but right now is not the time.

Warningly,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Family Guy viewers:

Please explain to me why spousal abuse is supposed to be so damn funny. Also: Quagmire’s a rapist … why is that hilarious?

Quizzically yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear kids on the Internet whining about whether or not Miley Cyrus’ clothes make her a slut:

There’s a gigantic oil leak. Go clean off some birds; it’s doing something for your planet and it builds character. Or get a job this summer. Or play sports. Or read a book (a REAL book, not Twilight). Or volunteer somewhere. Or lock yourself in a sensory deprivation chamber until your head clears. Anything to get some perspective.

Helpfully yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Twilight fans:

I just don’t get it. But you know what? I don’t have to for you to enjoy it. So leave me alone.

Sparklingly yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Internet:

Saying “internets,” “intertubes” and “inner tubes” is no longer funny. Act accordingly.

Editorially yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Rastafarian dude on Wife Swap:

You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re not as clever as you think you are. You refuse to work and take care of your family. Your religion is not an excuse to be obnoxious, selfish and judgmental. If you don’t shut the fuck up, I promise you Ja will provide a left hook to your I.

Punchingly yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear dudes on 16 and Pregnant:

If you really love your pregnant girlfriends, stop sticking them on the backs of ATVs. They’re pregnant!

Level-mindedly yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Guy Whose Website Has Pop-Ups That Won’t Close Because They’re Showing Seven Copies of the Same Annoying Video Ad:

Make peace with your life. Because I am going to track you down. And when I find you, I am going to murder you.

See you soon,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Tim Burton:

You used to be cool, man. What happened? Why have all your movies in the 21st Century been so damn bad? Leave the daddy issues to Steven Spielberg and get back to making movies that are fun or enveloping or at least watchable. Seriously, I just saw Alice in Wonderland, and it is your WORST movie. Worse even than the execrable (and unnecessary) Planet of the Apes remake. I went into it expecting it to be bad, and yet somehow, it was far worse than I could have possibly imagined. This is the kind of shit you’re passing off as artistry now? Wow, fuck you. What a bad, bad, bad, stupid, obvious, conventional, shit movie.

The only redeeming factors in the whole thing were Danny Elfman (big surprise, since he’s been doing the heavy lifting for you for years), the creative artistry of Imaginism Studios and Anne Hathaway having the grace to at least look vaguely embarrassed to be in such a stupid movie. I hate you for making this. I hate you because it’s sad to think of the kind of great movie someone could have made out of Alice in Wonderland with the resources you had at your disposal. And I hate Johnny Depp for giving up acting and becoming a cartoon at Disney’s beck and call.

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Fuck this movie. And fuck you, Tim Burton.

From
Aaron R. Davis

Dear TMZ:

I get it. You guys really hate Lindsay Lohan. The thing is, no one else cares anymore. Move on.

Up-jump the boogie,
Aaron R. Davis

Dear Mars:

Please make Coconut M&M’s FOREVER.

Tastily yours,
Aaron R. Davis

Aaahh … with all of that out, it’s time for me to enjoy my summer.

Aaron R. Davis lives in a cave at the bottom of the ocean with his eyes shut tight and his fingers in his ears. You can contact him at samuraifrog@yahoo.com.

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Outside of the In-Crowd – January Jones and Jeremy London: Class, elegance and awesomeness

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Courtney Enlow

Courtney Enlow

This past week or so was many things. Hot. Humid. Oily (for those of us in the Gulf area). And containing of the two greatest low-tier celebrity news stories I’ve ever heard.

Sit right down and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of the dull blonde from Mad Men and the ’90s actor who was the twin who wasn’t in Mallrats – no, wait, this one WAS in Mallrats, and wasn’t in Dazed and Confused. That’s right. Anyway.

These stories are unrelated. Or are they? Dun dun DUN.

No, they’re not. But a girl can dream.

So, last week, January Jones got into a car wreck with three other cars. This would be a pretty open and shut bummer moment if she hadn’t been the only driver. See, the day before, photos of January doing a full on stringy haired, last night’s dress walk of shame had hit the Internet. You’d think she’d be pleased to finally be known for something besides the boring one on Mad Men and the worst SNL host in history, but apparently she wasn’t.

Early reports had her muttering “I can’t handle this” to herself as the paparazzi swarmed her, filling her with fear and terror, no doubt causing the wreck themselves with their stalking and taunts.

Except … no.

The next report told us that there in fact were no paparazzi in the area when the wreck occurred. Not only that, but Betts here was so lit to the gills that she called someone who could rescue her, who could save the day. Who was this heroic man of action?

Bobby Flay, that guy who grills stuff on the teevee. And he told her to bounce the fuck out of there.

According to Flay, he stood somewhat near Jones at a bar earlier, she but one of many, and he only saw her have one beer, but he wasn’t really watching her alcohol content. He went on to say that he had no idea why she could have possibly called him, and that he only gave her his number because she’s redecorating her kitchen and wanted him to talk to the decorator.

I totally buy this. When my dad put in our pool, he gave the installers Greg Louganis’s number. Very common.

According to the witness on the scene, B. Flay told Betty to flee the scene. She returned 45 minutes later, chewing gum and wearing clothes not soaked in whiskey.

In a related story, Flay’s wife, SVU star Stephanie March, was seen crying on the shoulder of Tyler Florence and shouting, “He never deserved to win Iron Chef, that cheating fuck.”

Look, before Don Draper, all this chick was known for was participating in the worst part of Love Actually and for dating Josh Groban, inciting the jealousy of housewives and pop culture bloggers everywhere (*raises hand*). But now? Now she’s interesting. Food Network adulteress who drives wasted and needily calls her secret married lover for help then ditches crime scenes.

Allegedly, of course.

In the other most fascinating story ever of the week, Jason Jeremy London lived out an experience that made the entire Internet say, “Dude, that sounds awfully familiar …”

Jeremy London, the one from Mallrats and Party of Five, not the one who was in Dazed and Confused and The Rage: Carrie 2, who was just in the rehab last fall for prescription pills (which is what all crackheads say when they go to rehab because prescription pills are just so much more glamorous than heated up spoons), went to police to say that he was kidnapped and forced, at gunpoint, to smoke crack and drive around with the kidnappers.

As you and everyone else who’s heard this story already knows, that didn’t happen. Because Alan Ball already wrote it in the best episode of Six Feet Under of all, the one where David gets … well, he gets everything that Jeremy London said happened to him.

If you’re going to pull from a fictitious happening and pretend that it happened to you, at least make it obscure. No one would have minded if he said that he had been through some terrible ordeal from a You’ve Got It Maid episode.

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Anyway, the Internet wasn’t the only one crying bullshit. Jeremy’s family did the same thing. His own mother and twin brother went to the media saying this was all made up and they hope he gets help.

Dude, when you’re own mom can’t believe your sordid tale of crack and hostage-taking, you probably do need help.

The only one who seems to believe this is his enabler wife no, we’ll go with enabler … who says that she too was kidnapped, but she cried so they drove her home and kept her husband.

That’s pretty standard, I’d say. You always hear about people who were kidnapped at gunpoint, particularly women, who got out of it by turning on the waterworks. Except you don’t. Like at all.

I want to thank this week for all it’s given us in drunken crackhead scandal shenanigans. It had been a pretty dry summer, filled with death and dead ocean wildlife. Thanks, January and Jeremy. We appreciate it.

Courtney Enlow is a writer living in Chicago and working as a corporate shill to pay the bills. You can contact her at courtney@hobotrashcan.com.

  

Hobo Stu’s Weekly Recap

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Hobo Stu

Hobo Stu

Hello everyone,

Here’s what’s new on HoboTrashcan.com this week:

Outside of the In-Crowd – Regretful Adoration Theater: The Crush
Courtney Enlow is on a mission to go back and revisit movies from her childhood that she at one time loved unconditionally. Some of these movies she continues to enjoy as guilty pleasures, others she now regrets ever having been smitten by. The second movie up for review in “Regretful Adoration Theater” is The Crush.

Positive Cynicism – Steven Spielberg’s entire career in one word
According to Aaron R. Davis’ friend Harlan, when you watch Steven Spielberg’s films: “Penis symbolism is everywhere. Spielberg is terrified of not being able to measure up, so it’s all about either conquering it or mastering it. And that’s it.” Davis takes an in-depth look at this hilarious theory in this week’s column.

The Teachers’ Lounge – Memorable Moments 2010, Pt. II
Former HoboTrashcan columnist and current high school teacher Ned Bitters returns to the site with a special guest column this week sharing a few of his favorite moments inside the classroom this year. His second and final installment of “Memorable Moments” is chock full of goodness, including a student’s fantastic failed pickup line.

Hobo Radio 136 – The end of the world as we know it
Whether you are religious or not, it’s hard not to wonder if a 30-foot tall Jesus statue getting struck by lightning and bursting into flames is a not-so-subtle sign from God. Combine that with the fact that a detestable gossip blogger has no qualms posting an “upskirt” photo of an underage celebrity on his wildly popular website, and it’s hard not to wonder if the end times truly are upon us.

- Hobo Stu

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Hobo Radio 136 – The end of the world as we know it

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  • Introduction
  • Touchdown Jesus
  • Perez Hilton, pedophile
  • Qdoba and overly-friendly employees
  • Contractually-obligated Batman discussion
  • “Midsummers Night” by Jillian LaDage

Whether you are religious or not, it’s hard not to wonder if a 30-foot tall Jesus statue getting struck by lightning and bursting into flames is a not-so-subtle sign from God. Combine that with the fact that a detestable gossip blogger has no qualms posting an “upskirt” photo of an underage celebrity on his wildly popular website, and it’s hard not to wonder if the end times truly are upon us.

Joel Murphy and Lars discuss the destruction of “Touchdown Jesus,” the stupidity of Perez Hilton and the brilliance of Christopher Nolan in this week’s podcast. They also talk about those in the customer service industry who fail to comprehend the line between engaging in small talk and revealing intimate details of one’s life to total strangers.

What is too much information? What should happen to Perez Hilton? Why did Stanley Kubrick really make Eyes Wide Shut? The answers to these questions and more are in this week’s podcast.

Hobo Radio is the official podcast of HoboTrashcan, brought to you by The Podcast Network.

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