Amy Sedaris digs wigs and baking

The star of "Strangers With Candy" likes "small woodland creatures" and wants to play Angie Dickinson as "Police Woman."

By Rex Doane

The TV roundup of your local paper might
list href="/ent/col/mill/1999/04/05/strangers/index.html">“Strangers With Candy”
as a sitcom, but to assume that this
implies the show bears any relation to
something like “Home Improvement” or
“The Nanny” would be a grave mistake.

When “Strangers” first aired two years
ago as a piss-take on those weepy “After
School Specials” of the ’70s, the show
tipped the scales with a warped wit
rarely encountered on the small screen.
Now, signed on for a third season on
Comedy Central, “Strangers” remains a
trusted outpost for those who find their
funny well beyond the standard sitcom
fare.

At center stage of the show is actress
Amy Sedaris, who plays the rumpled
chum-pot Jerri Blank. Blank is a former
teen runaway who, after a lifetime of
prostitution and drug abuse, has
returned to high school as a freshman at
age 46. With the possible exception of a
special trailer park edition of “Cops,”
“Strangers” is the only place one is
likely to encounter someone like Jerri
Blank.

The character represents an amalgam of
the fringe dwellers and human ruin that
have held the imagination of Sedaris
over the years. “The more serious they
are and the more tragic they are, the
more I’m drawn to them,” she admits.
“I’m usually the only person who’ll ever
talk to them and they tell me
everything.”

First, there was Bobbie. “I lived over
this woman in Chicago and she was just
trouble,” relates Sedaris. “I mean, she
had tattoos that she had tried to take
off herself. She also always thought she
was smelling formaldehyde. She’d call up
and say, ‘Hey, this is Bobbie downstairs
… Do I smell formaldehyde?’

“And she’d always drink too much and
fall down. I’d constantly see her with a
broken leg or a broken arm.” While
Bobbie proved an undeniably rich source
for any performer to draw from, Sedaris
also found inspiration from a late-’60s
drug prevention film. “We found this
documentary of this woman in the ’60s
who was a drug addict and a prostitute
and she’d go to high schools and talk to
students. The woman’s name is Flurrie.”
Sedaris adds, “She looks like Michael
Dukakis. She’s horrific looking.”

The final touch came when Sedaris
approached the wardrobe people at Comedy
Central during pre-production of the
series and told them, “I just want to
dress like someone who owns snakes.”
They responded with an assortment of
outfits that overpoweringly evoked
slutty ’70s sleaze. Jerri Blank was
born.

Sans the saddlebag thighs and prison
tattoos that help define her TV
character, Sedaris herself is pretty and
diminutive. She is also considerably
more laid-back, several RPMs slower than
her TV persona, which comes off as a
sort of manic, perverse Lucille Ball. Of
her recent appearance on Conan O’Brien
she groaned, “God, with all that
fidgeting and unfocused energy I had, I
looked like a damn monkey. So annoying.”

Some call it quality entertainment.

Sedaris’ Greenwich Village apartment is
tidy, nearly sizable by Manhattan
standards and distinguished by several
personal decorative touches. Choice cuts
of plastic meat are placed throughout
the living room. The TV is adorned with
a large plastic turkey. “I covered it
with foil for Thanksgiving and the
people who came over were extremely
disappointed when they found out it
wasn’t real.” There is also a stuffed
squirrel featured prominently on a
coffee table. “I really like squirrels.
My whole family does. We all like small
woodland creatures.”

Hard to say why it comes as a surprise
that Sedaris and her family hail from
North Carolina. But it is her home state
nonetheless. When asked what her life
might have been like if she had remained
there instead of defecting to the North,
Sedaris quickly responds, “If I had
stayed in North Carolina, I’d be wearing
ruffles or a uniform. You know,
waitressing and taking care of a stroke
victim … I probably would have been
dating him, too, by now.”

Not surprisingly, Sedaris grew up in an
open, permissive household where
creative expression was never
discouraged. “We all did our little
plays in our house,” she says. “For a
long time I had an imaginary classroom.
I’d come home from school, put on my
mom’s high heels and go right to the
back bedroom where I had a wall that was
one big chalkboard and I would teach my
imaginary students. This went on for
years and years. Then I realized I was
too old to do this, so then I just kind
of did it to myself in my head. I still
do that — like if I’m making an omelet
I pretend it’s a cooking show and I’m
teaching someone.”

Sedaris’ lifelong fascination with
costumes and wigs has also been lovingly
nurtured. “In the first grade I got my
first wig. It was a fall and I still
have it,” she says, gesturing to her
closet. “Since then I get two wigs for
Christmas usually. When I was a kid I’d
go shopping with my dad every Friday
night and I wore a different wig every
time I went,” she adds.

True to her craft, Sedaris would remain
in character the entire time she and her
father were at the grocery store. “It
was mostly neighbors that I would
imitate. I think most kids probably did
that stuff, I just stuck with it,”
Sedaris says with a shrug.

The subject of wigs has Sedaris bounding
off to another room. She returns with a
photo she had done with the help of a
makeup artist friend. It is a large
color print of Sedaris as Angie
Dickinson at the peak of her “Police
Woman” period. The likeness is
staggering. Sedaris is a convincing
blond, and with a gold turtleneck and
pistol poised, the transformation is
utter and complete.

It’s not merely an act of cosmetological
genius; Sedaris herself is totally
committed to her dream role. “I want to
play Angie Dickinson … I want to do
‘Police Woman,’” she says wistfully. “I
want to be so beautiful that I’m ugly.”

For Sedaris, the urge to transform
herself in front of a camera seems too
great to overcome. “If someone wanted me
to pose in a bikini for the cover of
Vanity Fair, I’d make sure I’d have some
scars or grow a hairline. To look in the
camera and act like you’re beautiful is
too hard for me.” She continues:
“Photographers always seem to appreciate
when you come in with ideas. I mean,
I’ll do what they want, but half the
time they don’t know what they want. So
I come and say, ‘OK, I got this
prosthetic leg, what can we do with
it?’”

Sedaris did in fact pose with a
prosthetic leg for Index magazine with
remarkable results. “That fake leg fit
me perfect,” she says. “It must have
been for a little boy.”

With her TV series in summer reruns,
Sedaris can return to her other
passions: stage work and baking. After a
two-year hiatus, she has agreed to write
and perform a play once again with her
brother, David, the author of popular
short story and essay collections such
as “Barrel Fever” and href="/march97/sneaks/sneak970305.html">“Naked,” and a frequently featured
commentator on the nationally syndicated
radio show href="/people/lunch/1999/07/16/glass/index.html">“This American Life.”

Exactly what their upcoming
collaboration will entail is a mystery.
“We have no idea what the play’s going
to be about, what sort of characters
it’ll feature. Nothing,” Sedaris says.
The only certainty at this point is that
it will be opening in six months.

Judging from their previous stage
collaborations, it does promise to be
engaging. Earlier Sedaris and Sedaris
works, such as “Stitches,” centered
around the story of a young woman who
had her face disfigured by a boat
propeller only to eventually star in her
own sitcom.

Then there was “One Woman Shoe,” where
welfare moms had to perform onstage in
order to qualify for their benefits.
Sedaris adds the following to her
risumi: “I’ve done my
little brother before as a donkey in a
play at Lincoln Center. I had overalls
and had a hat on. It involved animals in
the forest and had witches in it.”

One constant in each of these
productions has been the recurring
character best known as Piglet. Like
some knocked-up malcontent working the
Wendy’s drive-through, Piglet is the
embodiment of the foulmouthed hardened
teen everybody knows and loves. “She’s
in every play my brother and I do
together; we just change her name for
each play,” Sedaris explains. “You know,
you can’t do a character like that on TV
cause every word is fuckin’, fuckers,
fuckin’, fuck. Every word is a cuss
word. Audiences just go nuts over her.”

At most of the theater productions she
appears in, Sedaris also performs double
duty: acting on stage and selling
cupcakes in the lobby after the show.
She also specializes in cheese balls. “I
always sell out of whatever I bring.”

Why is she compelled to peddle baked
goods after a show? “I just love making
money. Cash, you know? It’s such a great
feeling.” Besides, Sedaris adds,
“baking is something to do at 3 in the
morning. If you’re bored, bake.”

But the growing popularity of “Strangers
With Candy” might just cut into Sedaris’
cupcake production. Several notables
have expressed interest in doing the
show. “ href="/people/feature/2000/01/26/janeane/index.html">Janeane Garofalo wants
to do the show again and Winona Ryder
has expressed an interest. I’ve heard
that href="/people/bc/2000/02/22/cher/index.html">Cher and href="/ent/music/feature/1999/04/27/waits/index.html">Tom Waits are big fans
of the show, too.”

Asked about performers she admires,
Sedaris says, “Clint Howard and that guy
from href="/ent/movies/1997/10/17boogie.html">‘Boogie Nights’ with the big
forehead that looks like an ax went
through it [John C. Reilly]. They both
kinda look like cave dwellers –
Cro-Magnons with big ol’ hearts.”

Despite its growing cachet among
celebrities, the double-barrel bizarre
nature of “Strangers With Candy” may
never play in the Midwest, but cult
status is OK with Sedaris. “It’s not a
show for everyone,” she says.

As for what to expect on “Strangers”
next season, it’s anyone’s guess. Except
for one thing. “I want to do a Ben
Franklin episode,” announces Sedaris.
“You know, bring him back from the past.
I turned on the TV and saw an episode of
‘Bewitched’ where they did that. Darren
was having some company over and there
was Ben Franklin standing in the living
room and messing with a lamp. I want Ben
Franklin on my show!”

: Rex Doane is a writer in New York. More Rex Doane

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Once you've grown used to adventurous shows like "30 Rock" and "Louie," the traditional sitcom feels like a relic

VIDEO

By Kartina Richardson

30 Rock, Two Broke Girls, Parks and Rec, How I Met Your Mother

Topics:Television, Sitcoms, 30 Rock, Chelsea Handler, Are You There Chelsea?, TV

On a recent episode of “2 Broke Girls,” the following writing somehow made it onto television:

(Waitress to dissatisfied customer)

Waitress: Would you like to see the menu again?

Customer: This is crap, I wanted Muenster.

Waitress: Well, I wanted to be running a Fortune 500 company instead of waiting on a toxic man-child like yourself. But we can’t always get what we want, so order something else, put it in your pie hole and get on with your damn life.

- – - – - – - – - -

I hadn’t realized my taste in comedy was so elitist until I watched some of the new multi-camera sitcoms and observed what I had assumed was an already long-dead form of comedy. When I say “new,” I’m referring to multi-camera shows that have persisted after the advent/rise of the single-camera sitcom. If, like me, you’ve spent recent years watching “30 Rock,” “Arrested Development,” “Louie” and “Curb Your Enthusiasm,” it’s a completely different experience to tune into talked-about shows like “Whitney,” “2 Broke Girls” and “Are You There, Chelsea?”

Broadly speaking, there are two ways to shoot a sitcom. There’s the traditional multi-camera style of “I Love Lucy,” “The Cosby Show” and “Seinfeld” — as seen currently on hits like “How I Met Your Mother” and “Two and a Half Men.” On the other hand, “30 Rock,” “Arrested Development” and “The Office” use a more cinematic single-camera shooting style. Multi-camera shows usually have a live audience or laugh track; single-camera shows dispense with the stage metaphor and have no laugh track. For you gamers, it’s somewhat analogous to the difference between a side-scrolling video game like Mario Brothers and a first-person shooter, like Halo.

A testament to my solipsism, I hadn’t seen any of the new multi-camera shows (all of which are more highly rated than those I regularly watch) until recently, when the matter was brought to a glaring point. The deeper we get into our Internet-powered, on-demand culture bubbles that let us watch only the things we care about, the more jarring it is to see things that have mainstream, popular appeal. For the past several years, I’ve been experiencing comedy in a completely cinematic form as opposed to the more vaudevillian stylings of its television roots. These single-camera shows — even in faux-documentary style, like “The Office” — are more polished, with music, editing, shooting styles, lenses and lighting that all aid in the creation of each show’s particular timing, realism and comedic atmosphere.

Comparatively, shows like “Are You There, Chelsea?” or “2 Broke Girls“ feel simultaneously contrived — the seams of construction are so obvious — but also more honest in their presentation. The actors remain actors and rarely disappear into their characters. They are in makeup and hair and costume, underneath a harsh light, standing on their mark, trying to deliver jokes on cue, pausing for laughter. There’s a certain grit and intensity in relating to the actors as well as the characters they perform.

If you’re accustomed to single-camera comedy, watching a multi-camera show is a startling change. Most films and shows eliminate all signs of performance, thereby boosting realism, by inserting multiple distancing layers (editing, music, specific camera lenses, etc.) between the viewer and the actor. Consider this scene from ”30 Rock”:

The hand-held camera, quick edits and natural lighting all aid in our acceptance of the performance and set as real, thereby helping the jokes hit their mark. If this same scene occurred on a multi-camera set, with typical TV lighting, a stationary camera and even slightly slower editing, we would suddenly be aware of Alec Baldwin instead of Jack Donaghy, and Tracy Morgan instead of Tracy Jordan.

In comparison, the actors on multi-camera shows barrel forward with fascinating vulnerability. Each actor has jokey jokes to pound out and laughs to wait for. An actor’s reliance on his partner’s performance in a scene is perhaps nowhere as clear as on a multi-cam show. All this without the helpful and flattering gauze of expensive cameras and location shooting. This might make the multiple-camera sitcom the perfect place for comic writers and actors to prove their ability, and simultaneously, since it is so exposing, the riskiest place for the untalented. You can’t hide in a multi-camera show, and unfortunately, most of these show are less than stellar. As the more sophisticated comedies have gone single-camera, we’ve been left without a ”Seinfeld,” “Cosby Show,” “Dick Van Dyke” or even “Laverne and Shirley” to showcase great comic ”stage” acting.

But though the writing on ”Arrested Development,” for example, is smarter and funnier, the simplicity of multi-camera shows is refreshing. The writing is often horrendously bad and the jokes consist mainly of characters insulting each other, but for all their sexual idiocy and reliance on racist caricatures, these shows have worth despite themselves.

When we watch these shows, we are part of an audience in a way that we aren’t in the more intimate viewing experiences that single-camera shows offer us. The theater-like form of the multi-camera show requires us to embrace artifice in an era where performance and deliberate creation are hidden.

As our society continues to create new ways to communicate while we remain in individual isolation, the multi-camera sitcom might be one of the last places many of us participate in a communal viewing experience (even if it’s a simulated one). Movies are increasingly viewed at home and hardly anyone can afford to go to live theater. As I struggled through “I Hate My Teenage Daughter,” I felt a tingle of that camaraderie that arises when we’re part of an audience.

The live studio audience, a set that is very obviously a set, or even a laugh track, as simple and stupid and taken for granted as it is, are subtle and powerful tools that shape our viewing experience. An agreement between the actors, the set and the audience is loud and clear: We’re putting on a show for your entertainment. For 21 minutes we experience, in the teeniest-tiniest way, the essence of comic theater. Let’s hope someone remembers what these shows can be and makes one that’s actually worth watching.

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The once-taboo word enters heavy sitcom rotation. If this is a victory for women, why don't the jokes seem funnier?

By Mary Elizabeth Williams

Beth Behrs and Kat Dennings in "2 Broke Girls"

Topics:Sitcoms

Long ago, vaginas were barely acknowledged in prime time. Mary Richards and Laverne and Shirley never mentioned theirs. Even Carrie Bradshaw only gave hers a few passing nods. And while “Grey’s Anatomy” turned “vajayjay” into a euphemism a few seasons ago, this year, there’s very little pussy-footing around. Vagina! Cue laugh track!

It’s a big year for the vagina, which has been asserting its presence as the go-to punchline for months now. It’s been lightheartedly hailed as the “center of civilization” (sorry, Williamsburg) in one Summer’s Eve douche campaign and turned into your sassy, vaguely racist BFF in another. Last month, Olivia Wilde one-upped Jennifer Love Hewitt’s now legendary explanation of vajazzling by describing her favorite “vagina tattoo” on “Conan.”

But now that the fall television season in full swing, it’s all ladybiz, all the time. On an upcoming episode of “Whitney,” its eponymous star Whitney Cummings ponders, “When did vaginas get so boring?” And in the opening moments of “Two Broke Girls,” waitress Max references “the sound of my vagina drying up” — a gag Bill Carter recently described in the ever-decorous New York Times as a “deleterious effect.” And “your vagina” turns up in zingers in “Free Agents” and “Suburgatory.” Coming next week: jokes about your mom’s vagina.

A portion of the vag effect can surely be laid directly at the feet of Whitney Cummings, who created “Whitney” and co-created “Two Broke Girls.” As Cummings told the Times last week, “If one day passes without me writing any more vagina jokes, my career is blown.” Cummings rightly notes that “our tolerance for what is edgy is changing” — when people can get unbleeped jokes all day on “Funny Or Die” or “College Humor,” why would audiences laugh at more delicately phrased jokes any more? But networks still have standards, just as joke writers still have marks to hit. “Muffin,” for example, might work in the family hour, but it doesn’t pack enough aggressive wallop. The C-word packs too much. And because it’s an anatomical term, vagina gets a pass that a pornier sounding turn of phrase would not. Enter vagina, laughing.

But why is the vagina having a moment now? A recent Associated Press story on “The vagina’s growing public profile” says it’s part of a “trend of women saying, ‘Hey, we’re not embarrassed to talk about this.’” And in his Times piece, Carter speculates optimistically that “The liberation of language could be read by some as barometer of how far women have come as creators of television content.” Really? Does all this “Power to the V” and chatting about pubic tattoos on late-night talk shows represent emancipation, linguistic or otherwise?

After all, the never-to-be-outdone penis has managed to assert itself this year as well. Matt LeBlanc’s allegedly formidable member is the unseen supporting star of Showtime’s “Episodes,” while Ashton Kutcher’s similarly Brobdingnagian rod has already more than announced itself on the revamped “Two and a Half Men.” We are still a long, long way from one-liners about the magnificent, near-frightening quality of any sitcom star’s wonder cooch. And “vagina” is yet to be used as a brassy, admiring synonym for moxie.

It doesn’t take long, when you’re thinking of a put-down or a punchline, to veer toward the genitals or their excretory and sexual functions. And why not? Douche commercials aside, our privates truly are the core of our humanity. They motivate and enthrall and sometimes disappoint and embarrass us, yet keep the species going. They’re beautiful and weird, and all it takes is one picture of Michele Bachmann eating a corn dog to prove that inside almost every adult is an 11-year-old boy.

For now, “vagina” is still the Voldemort of prime time, a word that has been unspoken for so long that it has a mystical, fearsome ability to shock. So simple. So plain. So powerful. But though it can provoke titters, “vagina” by itself isn’t uproariously funny. And if your prime-time sitcom can’t provide real jokes for its punchlines, chances are it won’t be long before your slot disappears altogether.

: Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams

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A new sitcom trots out the battle of the sexes -- circa "Three's Company." Who's ready for more cellulite jokes?

By Mary Elizabeth Williams

Comedian Whitney Cummings arrives at the 12th Annual Young Hollywood Awards in Los Angeles, Thursday, May 13, 2010. (AP Photo/Chris Pizzello) (Credit: Chris Pizzello)

Topics:Sitcoms

Ladies, don’t you just hate it when you’re ovulating? And guys are, like, not? Am I riiiiiiight?

It hasn’t even premiered yet, but Whitney Cummings’ aggressively promoted new sitcom may just be the most unself-awarely retro-sexist show on television. And in a season that’s giving us Playboy bunnies, sexy stewardesses and Charlie’s Freaking Angels, that’s quite an accomplishment.

As you likely already know from the deluge of magazine ads, billboards and canned laughter-heavy promos, “Whitney” is about a woman who’s happily unmarried to her scruffy yet adorable boyfriend. But lest you think this is some subversive takedown of biological clocks and enforced monogamy, the jokes about how a woman’s “silent treatment” isn’t really a punishment — probably not. Previews for “Whitney” include — I am not kidding — references to Cosmopolitan magazine, cupcakes, being “whipped,” and whether or not men are like cavemen. There are also references to cellulite, looking fat, her period, and what women “really mean” when they talk. As Best Week Ever exasperatedly points out, the show’s campaign might as well read, “Blah blah blah shopping. Blah blah blah PMS. Blah blah blah weight issues.”

: Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams

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Liberals have been destroying the American family 30 minutes at a time, according to Ben Shapiro

By Alex Pareene

William F. Buckley, and Jesse Tyler Ferguson and Eric Stonestreet from "Modern Family"

Topics:National Review, War Room, Modern Family, Sitcoms

How weird and sad life must be when viewed through the eyes of Ben Shapiro, pop-culture warrior-in-residence at the National Review. It is his job to pretend (or, good lord, actually believe) that everything that appears on your TV set — not just the news bits, but the cartoons and toothpaste commercials and laugh-tracked situation comedies — is part of a liberal plot to destroy the American family. Here is a fun pop culture listicle, “The Top Ten TV Dads,” done the National Review way: “It’s instructive because we can see the transformation of fatherhood on television reflecting the left-wing bias against traditional family roles.” Oh, can we?

Ward Cleaver is the best. Mike Brady is ok, but with a caveat: “We’re already moving into the era of alternative family structures….” It seems likely that Shapiro has never watched half these shows, but did perhaps thumb through a TV Guide or flip past Nick at Nite in the early ’90s:

Archie Bunker (All in the Family, 1971-1979)

Archie is a good dad but a horrible person. Here’s where television begins to change from the respectful view of fathers to the flower-power view of fathers as racist, bigoted, old men you can mooch off of for years on end.

Steven Keaton (Family Ties, 1982-1989)

Steven is in one way a reversal, in another way, a step forward for liberals. Where liberals were militantly anti-father with regard to conservative dads, they’re all of a sudden in favor of traditional father roles when dad uses his authority to promote hippy liberalism. Steven always gets the last word, even if we love Alex.

It’s culture commentary as grand conspiracy! “In 1985 the anti-cyborg LIZARD PEOPLE who control television allowed a positive portrayal of robots with ‘Small Wonder’ but by 1986 it was back to their typical electronics-bashing….”

Shapiro, formerly the world’s youngest hack columnist, is no longer the world’s youngest anything, and so I guess I can’t begruge him his new schtick, but I can’t imagine even the dullest wingnut feeling compelled enough by the thesis (all of your favorite trash TV is a plot against you!) to pick up an entire book on the subject.

The great Roy Edroso has been on the case of Shapiro’s miserable worldview for some time and is required reading on the subject. But can I just:

Al Bundy (Married … With Children, 1987-1997)

A horrible father, a vulgar personality, and a cynical jackass. The Left’s newfangled view of traditional fatherhood takes Archie Bunker a step further, now stating that middle-American conservative dads aren’t good dads or good people.

Al Bundy was a blue-collar tragic hero, you dolt!

The fun listicle ends with a shot at the dads from “Modern Family,” who are guilty of portraying gay parents, without showing the disastrous consequences of gay parenthood (generally: happy, well-adjusted children, from families where they always felt loved and appreciated, in my experience). Still: After complaining about the Left undermining fatherhood for years by presenting fathers as absent or abusive, the Left hands Ben Shapiro two perfect dads and he’s still unsatisfied.

I can’t imagine what he’ll think of the pilot I created, “Three Dudes and a Horse, All of Whom Are Married to One Another, Raise Children in West Hollywood.” (ABC just picked it up! Being on the Left is great!)

: Alex Pareene writes about politics for Salon. Email him at apareene@salon.com and follow him on Twitter @pareene More Alex Pareene

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Laura Prepon is Chelsea Handler (kind of), Amanda Peet's in love with the help, and the return of Buffy's Giles

By Drew Grant

Laura Prepon, Hank Azaria, and Amanda Peet are the new faces of NBC comedy.

Topics:NBC, Chelsea Handler, Sitcoms, The Event, Television

It’s been a good week for “That 70′s Show” alumni. First Ashton Kutcher got himself the world’s sweetest gig taking over for Charlie Sheen on “Two and a Half Men,” and now Laura Prepon (Donna) has just snagged the lead in one of NBC’s four new comedies.

“Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea” has been adapted from Chelsea Handler’s memoir into a scripted sitcom starring Prepon as Handler. So was Elizabeth Banks not available, or is there just a rule against appearing on too many NBC sitcoms in one year? Because as much as I loved her as Donna, I’m not sure Prepon can pull off Chelsea’s wackiness.