Soderbergh's Kapitol

By Noy Thrupkaew, TomPaine.com. Posted September 17, 2003.

If HBO's new series K Street doesn't pick up a following, blame Arnold. With the announcement of his California gubernatorial run, movie star Schwarzenegger stepped into the spotlight as that most amusing of circus acts: the celebrity political candidate. And once one tumbled out of the clown car, innumerable others followed, including diminutive actor Gary Coleman and a provocative billboard-sign model.

Coming after such antics, a drama on the inner workings of the D.C. lobbyist world seems a little drab. Co-producers Steven Soderbergh (sex, lies, and videotape; Solaris; and Traffic) and actor George Clooney are certainly giving their series as much juice as they can -- punching up their show with ripped-from-the-headlines stories, casting D.C. politicians and consultants as themselves, and generally wreaking havoc on the borders between reality TV and, well, reality.

The Senate hasn't taken kindly to the Hollywood invasion, forbidding the crew from shooting in Capitol and Senate space. "It would be very chaotic if we had film crews set up all over the place," declared Sen. Trent Lott. So K Street is filmed among fancy office buildings and boutique stores -- gleaming façades for the nefarious lobbyist underworld that powers the capital.

Or so the show's producers would like us to believe. While politics would seem a perfect fit for a TV drama -- the pageantry of elections and campaigning, the soap-opera backstabbing and eyerolling, the power plays -- K Street unreels like a washed-up improv act, all flapping exclamations and apopletic scenery-gobbling over the most trivial of dilemmas.

The first episode, which aired last night, features real-life Democratic strategist James Carville playing himself. This bald, barking carny presides over K Street 's little freak show: his Republican wife and consultant Mary Matalin sputters indignantly over Carville's decision to prep presidential hopeful Howard Dean for a debate, another fellow consultant runs around behind Carville's back, reassuring Republican senators that "the addict" Carville is acting on his own.

Dean blusters in, Rick Santorum furrows his brow with disapproval -- the list of cameos and insider-y, wink-wink references is long enough to make D.C. viewers feel particularly smug and satisfied with our perch at the epicenter of power. After all, K Street is merely the most recent in a number of D.C.-centered shows: The West Wing, the short-lived Mr. Sterling and Charles Lawrence. Even Elle Woods of Legally Blonde goes to Washington. The difference is that K Street lacks the optimism of those shows and movies -- it replaces dewy-eyed idealism with hard real-politicking.

K Street also rests on the personalities of its "real-life" characters -- perhaps too much. We're supposed to relish the friction between a real person and the "fake" version of the show's character. As a result, character development and motivations are sketchy at best -- and without these elements, how can the show's producers hope to draw in viewers who aren't already political mavens? K Street reads like a nightmarish high school one transfers into several months too late -- all incomprehensible, cackling cliques and dramas that run years deep. Soderbergh has always shot life as if he were eavesdropping on it, so perhaps it's no surprise that we feel like clueless outsiders, watching everyone else bicker, jostle and rant.

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