Okay, so that show happened. Well. Umm, let’s start with the basics. The show is called Bigger, and the description is about a young woman who is wondering if there is more to life than what she has. A little vague, sure, so I went with predicting cancellation.
The show revolves around Layne, a 30-something woman with a steady boyfriend, a vintage clothing store, and five old friends she hangs out with (3 girls, 2 guys). The steady boyfriend, Greg, has just proposed and she’s unsure of her answer. She tells him she’ll get back to him. In the meantime, while Greg is out of town, she meets Reggie, a larger than Greg one night stand. In short, Greg is a Volvo, Reggie is a Porsche. The episodes are weird length — 30 minutes without commercials. Not a hour-long show nor sitcom length, and it is definitely not really a comedy. The closest it comes to is Sex in the City except set in Atlanta with black friends, and not all girls. And like Carrie Bradshaw, Layne does narration. Except rather than it being a voice over as if Carrie is writing a blog/column, Layne turns to the camera and talks directly while the action continues around her. The first time, I thought, “WTF? Are you serious?”. But you get used to it.
Tanisha Long plays Layne, and she has presence. She’s young, vibrant, articulate. A bit of an old Lisa Bonet vibe, in a sense, but more gravitas. I haven’t seen her in anything before, and in fact, I don’t recognize hardly any of the shows even.
It’s hard to get a handle on her friends…Angell Conwell plays her sexed-up friend, Veronica; Rasheda Crockett plays a quieter, smarter friend Tracey; Tristen J Winger plays a DJ wannebe named Vince who is one of the crew, but didn’t go to college with them; and Ezekial Ajeigbe is a bit jaded when it comes to business and women. They were okay, but like Friends, hard to know who they are until they get their first extended episode.
What I really found odd was the portrayal of Greg. He’s “sold” as a Volvo — safe, reliable, security. But he is beyond annoying. He insists on cleaning menus at restaurants, he will only go to one restaurant, he is OCD for setting the mood the same way every time he wants to have sex, and he’s boring in bed. How he hasn’t ended up at the curb is a mystery. Dry toast is one of the descriptions, and they could have added stale. Meanwhile, Reggie is shown as basically the stud — okay to look at, gets her juices flowing and well-endowed with a talented appendage. How did they NOT call him Mr. Big? Oh right, it is supposed to be a different show.
The episode wasn’t funny, and the “decision” wasn’t particularly new or challenging. And she makes the wrong choice in the end, one that just about every woman would say, “Hell no!” while watching. Every guy too. Anyway. I won’t be watching, but I wasn’t exactly the demographic for the show. I think it will get renewed, and I weep for the future of television. At least the lead is a fresh face.