![]() Created by Dave Flebotte with help from executive producer Jim Carrey and loosely adapted from the nonfiction book of the same name by William Knoedelseder, the series has been, to put it kindly, polarizing. Comedy is hard, but watching a series about comics shouldn’t have to feel like work.Showtime’s I’m Dying Up Here is a sprawling dramedy about a claustrophobically insular world: stand-up comedy in Los Angeles in 1973, just after Johnny Carson moved The Tonight Show to California and every young comic in the country suddenly headed west. If it does, it will have the same chance that every stand-up who bombs has: to learn from failure. The ratings for I’m Dying Up Here were terrible, but Showtime is the network that renewed Dice, so perhaps it will beat the odds and return. Without a center, though, those pleasures weren’t enough to make the series satisfying. The period production design, costumes and make-up were first-rate. Once in a while Flebotte and his fellow writers would fix upon a genuinely interesting point about that moment in comedy, like Kaufman’s fracturing of what “stand-up” could be. The show’s stories were told smoothly, mixing episodic plots with continuing themes. It was also great to see veteran character actor Obba Babatunde get a meaty recurring role as Goldie’s shrewdest competition. The actors were all game, and Santino and Graynor were particularly notable. Within those constraints, everyone did their job quite well. (Tonight’s finale, written by Flebotte and directed by Adam Davidson, threw viewers a bone by having Bill “get the couch” with Johnny Carson after a Tonight Show stint, but it was very little and very late.) Add to that the decision to photograph the series in a smoggy style that evoked 1970s films shot by people like Vilmos Zsigmond and Laszlo Kovacs but was dreary to watch in a world of darkened clubs, and there was very little fun to be had. (Goldie, too, had her humiliations when she was fired from the female-driven stand-up TV show she’d created with Cassie in the cast–a show that then failed, naturally.) The stand-up comedy realm is hardly unknown on TV these days, but depicting it as almost devoid of laughs or likable characters was a new twist. ![]() They all toiled in the club owned by the hard-boiled Goldie (Melissa Leo), sort of a Great Santini of comic whisperers, who ruled the set list with an iron hand, and whose most important rule was that her comics would never be paid. Ron (Clark Duke) and Eddie (Michael Angarano) were so poor that they had to live in someone else’s closet. ![]() Nick (Jake Lacy) was a heroin addict who stayed self-destructive even after he was clean. Cassie (Ari Graynor) was beset by lousy boyfriends (including Bill). Bill (Andrew Santino) had an awful relationship with his father. But rather than devise different sorts of memorable stand-ups, Flebotte populated Dying with nothing but comedy schleppers, the kind of comics who’d require a very late night and a lot of booze before they’d start to seem truly funny.Īnd of course they were one and all miserable human beings. The book detailed the 1970s LA stand-up comedy scene that had spawned giants like David Letterman, Robin Williams, Gary Shandling and Andy Kaufman, and there may well have been legal reasons why those figures couldn’t be characters in the series. Series creator Dave Flebotte’s take on the nonfiction book by William Knoedelseder was almost defiantly uncommercial. I’M DYING UP HERE certainly wasn’t the worst show of the summer, but it did make one wonder how it had made its way through the development process and onto Showtime’s air. ![]()
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