What a week! Wildfires, hurricanes, death, destruction, economic collapse, and a never-ending pandemic. You’ve been through a lot there, pardner. Take an evening for yourself and watch a good ol’ prime-time soap from the birthplace of passable entertainment, broadcast television. Ladies, gentlemen, survivors of 2020… you’ve earned a guilt-free viewing of the in-one-ear-out-the-other satirical drama Filthy Rich, debuting Monday on Fox after being delayed from spring because the world sucks. I watched three episodes and I didn’t even hate it.
Filthy Rich is, to use the backhanded compliment du jour for these times, the «perfect escapist series to help you forget about the world,» and it’s so low stress, it requires only percentage points of your brain to enjoy. It’s a Southern soap in the vein of Dirty Sexy Money, GCB, and Almost Family, following the family behind a New Orleans-based multi-billion-dollar Christian television network that’s Oprah for bored, mostly white, Christian housewives. But the spicy stuff comes quickly when the patriarch, Eugene Monreaux (Gerald McRaney), is killed in a private jet crash with two floozies-for-hire onboard, leaving the family to deal with the ensuing crisis that follows when it’s discovered he had three illegitimate children, who are now adults.
Kim Cattrall slinks about as Margaret (properly pronounced «marg-uh-ret» and not the city slickin’ «marg-ret» way) Monreaux, and of course we first meet her as she’s walking out of a burning Southern mansion in a red sequin dress while wearing a fur saying «rot in hell» to some unknown character trapped inside. It’s an in media res that gives us a point of reference to the season finale, if the show gets that far, while we see how Margaret came to arson and maybe murder (?) from a storyline that begins four months earlier, when things were going great for Eugene and Margaret. That’s what kind of show this is.
Margaret’s family and associates include her «I’m not like them» daughter Rose (Aubrey Dollar), corporate douche son Eric (Corey Cott), family attorney Franklin (Steve Harris), snooty daughter-in-law Becky (Olivia Macklin), and the scene-stealing reverend Paul Luke Thomas (Aaron Lazar), who all find their roles upended by Eugene’s death and the trio of new siblings from wedlock. Having not been in the orbit of their preaching father, the li’l bastards have grown up very unchristian; Ginger Sweet (Melia Kreiling) runs a fetish camgirl site out of Vegas, Antonio Rivera (Benjamin Levy Aguilar) is an MMA fighter and single father, and Jason (Mark L. Young) grows sticky-icky dope in Colorado. It’s worth noting that Antonio and Jason are introduced shirtless, and we meet Ginger as she’s doing the rounds at her video suite, watching scantily clad women dressed as milkmaids pouring milk down their cleavage for horny dudes online. That’s what kind of show this is.
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And trust me, Filthy Rich — one of the few «new» shows we’ll be getting this fall because of coronavirus delays — is well aware of all that titillation. There’s no pretense from creator Tate Taylor that this is much more than messy in-fighting in a dysfunctional family with power up for grabs, and it’s all the better for it. The goal fo
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