I’m catching myself up on the “Project Greenlight” season thus far. It’s being rerun on SciFi Channel, which . . . okay? I wasn’t aware that Bravo and SciFi were doing the cross-pollination thing. Although, now that I think about it, I could probably retrofit a theory about “Project Runway” and the costumes in the two “Dune” miniseries.
Does anyone else think that Ben Affleck and Matt Damon plan their entire year around the “Greenlight” season, when they can pop in for the premiere episode, maneuver to get the most socially inept director possible into the project, and then slowly back out the door while poor, overmatched Chris Moore has to stick around, deal with the fallout, and look all bug-eyed as he continually flips out on camera? They must sit down to watch these episodes and die laughing. Of course, from there, Damon goes off to film the next Scorsese movie while Affleck has to record the commentary track for Surviving Christmas, so we all know who’s actually earned that laugh.
As for “Greenlight” and their director, I’m having a hard time believing he’s for real. I mean, on the one hand, it’s certainly believable that an artist could be so talented while making small, personal short films with his family and yet so awkwardly unable to deal with people on any level at all once he’s outside that sphere. But this guy looks like a cross between Paul on “Cheers” and Eyore, what with the slumped shoulders and sad-sack demeanor. He’s a cartoon character of shlumpy indecision.
Thus far, the series had steered away from the writers (a mismatched pair of goofs, one of whom is so obviously on coke) and more towards the producers. Which is a necessity, I suppose, when they’ve been spending their time trying to keep the director from casting his entire fifth grade homeroom in the leading roles.
It’s gotten farther away from being a great look behind the scenes of a movie or closer to the freak show aspect of reality TV. But as freak shows go, I’ve certainly seen worse.