Corsair to Scott Baio: Apology Accepted
Scott Baio's VH1 show is a guilty pleasure that fills us with shame. We are too culturally highbrow to be enjoying this. He, romping around with his oily pals -- Manchildren, all -- sucking on cigars, and at golf. They are like bad cliches of 1950s Golden Age Hollywood, only festooned in an aura of mousse gel. We ought not to be loving the show as much as we do, but, as Woody Allen said -- so very inappropriately -- The heart wants what the heart wants (Averted Gaze). And Scott Baio's show is utterly brilliant in its laser-like intensity at chronicling a B-lister seeking the most American of rites: Redemption. We are a sucker for a good redemption story, andthus We accept the apology he gave in EW for the horrific "Joannie Loves Chachi":
"I'm sorry that the episodes stunk. I'm sorry that I did it. I had done an episode of Happy Days where Erin [Moran] and I sing, and I remember watching the reaction of the producers — all these lightbulbs went off in their heads: Doiiing! Spin-off! Doiiing! We did four episodes that the Happy Days writers wrote. Then they picked us up for a series and all the Happy Days writers left. They stuck us with a bunch of guys who didn't know us, and it was really bad. I remember doing one episode where they aged us to be, like, 70. I had the prosthesis and the wig and the fat belly — the whole schlemiel — and I remember thinking, 'This show is really, really, really unfunny, and I don't know what the hell these people are laughing at.' I just knew that it was toilet time.''
Most celebrities pretend to forget their stink-bombs. This blog, like Alannis Morrisette is here to remind you (But in a less shrill and creepy-stalker tone). If only celebrities, like auto manufacturers, could recall their defective products.