I have respectfully read EVERY ONE of the other user reviews of the show on this site. It seems that most of the users liked "Veronica's Closet." It also seems that the vast majority of these people are from non-American countries, from such places as Wales, Germany, and Brazil. Maybe to them this show is humorous and refreshing... perhaps it gains something in translation... but now I think it's only fair that someone from it's country of origin write a fair review.
"Veronica's Closet" was awful. It was a star-centric show who seemed to think it's lead actress (Kirstie Alley) was a comic genius. While she was very funny as part of the dream team ensemble of "Cheers," she was vile, loathsome, and offensive as "Ronnie," president of her own lingerie company. Kirstie's yo-yo weight gain, her bizarro hair colors, and her constant whining made this show unwatchable. Her frilly, flowing, feathered wardrobe looked less like something a fashion designer would wear and more like something created by the Children's Television Workshop.
Then there was the show itself. Starting with the premise that "Sex Sells," the show's creators decided to make EVERY joke in the series about intercourse and dirty words. For example, Wallace Langham as the sexually ambiguous assistant. The constant insinuations and inferences that he might be gay were not funny, only creepy. And who can forget the heart-warming scenes where Kirstie and her secretary Olive (Kathy Najimy) would talk about the size of men's genitals while soaking up martinis at the bar? Less than Absolutely Fabulous.
Not to be outdone by the ladies the show serves up two of the most disgusting male characters in television history with Dan Cortese and Daryl "Chill" Mitchell as two horny executives who were out to Get Some! See them try to hump everything that moves, including pregnant women and their co-worker's relatives! As if this wasn't scuzzo enough, Ron Silver- America's favorite low-key psychotic- was added to the cast as Veronica's love interest!
If I sound bitter about this show it's because I am. Many of us hate it so passionately because we were "forced" to watch it between our favorite shows "Friends" and "Seinfeld," where it was sandwiched for survival. For three seasons we were amazed that the show had not been cancelled, and for three seasons the actors and producers of the show sunk lower and lower into comedy so filthy I had to shower after watching.
"Veronica's Closet" has mellowed a bit over time, and if you see it in re-runs or syndication it will not seem as loathsome to you as it did to many of us who saw it in it's original run. Today the series is trashy, flat, and occasionally funny; when it was alive it was downright unholy.
"Veronica's Closet" was awful. It was a star-centric show who seemed to think it's lead actress (Kirstie Alley) was a comic genius. While she was very funny as part of the dream team ensemble of "Cheers," she was vile, loathsome, and offensive as "Ronnie," president of her own lingerie company. Kirstie's yo-yo weight gain, her bizarro hair colors, and her constant whining made this show unwatchable. Her frilly, flowing, feathered wardrobe looked less like something a fashion designer would wear and more like something created by the Children's Television Workshop.
Then there was the show itself. Starting with the premise that "Sex Sells," the show's creators decided to make EVERY joke in the series about intercourse and dirty words. For example, Wallace Langham as the sexually ambiguous assistant. The constant insinuations and inferences that he might be gay were not funny, only creepy. And who can forget the heart-warming scenes where Kirstie and her secretary Olive (Kathy Najimy) would talk about the size of men's genitals while soaking up martinis at the bar? Less than Absolutely Fabulous.
Not to be outdone by the ladies the show serves up two of the most disgusting male characters in television history with Dan Cortese and Daryl "Chill" Mitchell as two horny executives who were out to Get Some! See them try to hump everything that moves, including pregnant women and their co-worker's relatives! As if this wasn't scuzzo enough, Ron Silver- America's favorite low-key psychotic- was added to the cast as Veronica's love interest!
If I sound bitter about this show it's because I am. Many of us hate it so passionately because we were "forced" to watch it between our favorite shows "Friends" and "Seinfeld," where it was sandwiched for survival. For three seasons we were amazed that the show had not been cancelled, and for three seasons the actors and producers of the show sunk lower and lower into comedy so filthy I had to shower after watching.
"Veronica's Closet" has mellowed a bit over time, and if you see it in re-runs or syndication it will not seem as loathsome to you as it did to many of us who saw it in it's original run. Today the series is trashy, flat, and occasionally funny; when it was alive it was downright unholy.