Here I was, all set to dismiss Fat Actress as the next logical step in the de-evolution from the brilliant Larry Sanders to the barely mediocre Curb Your Entusiasm. But now, having just seen the first episode, I stand in awe of its genius.
You see, Kirstie Alley’s character is an allegory for the big, bloated media companies—ankles buckling under the weight of their inflated sense of self-importance, stumbling through the wilderness, blissfully ignorant of their own obsolescence. And her personal assistants represent us, the hapless consumers, having no other option but to be at big, fat media’s beck and call.
So kudos to you, Kirstie and company, for this subtle but effective satirical masterpiece!
… Um, that was your intention, right?