If you’re following news of the writers’ strike, you’ve probably heard that NBC has suspended production of The Office and sent the cast and crew home indefinitely. The upshot for fans: After the Nov. 15 broadcast, no new episodes will air until after the strike ends. Jenna Fischer sums up the mess in her blog, and don’t missthis clip of five still-witty-under-stress Officescribes (Greg Daniels, Mindy Kaling, Michael Schur, B.J. Novak, and Paul Lieberstein) pausing mid-picket to comment. Longtime union supporter that I am, I was particularly impressed to learn that Steve Carell, a WGA card holder, had the integrity to stay home from his acting duties on the Office set — a move that certainly influenced the sudden wrap in production but signaled his support of the talented writers who’ve made The Office the beloved, profitable show it is. (As Michael Scott said of rabies patients: ”Solidarity!”) This executives-vs.-writers struggle is an important one, but what a sad turn of events for TV and film crews, for fans, and for all working people whose incomes depend on a healthy entertainment industry. Casey Coffee-man and Martha Manicurist, may your rent get paid, somehow.
On that cheery note, let me tell you the first reason I loved last night’s episode, ”Survivor Man” (written by Carell). It was ostensibly part of the week’s widely touted ”green” programming on NBC, aimed at raising awareness of the global environmental crisis (a comedy-inspiring theme if I ever heard one). But leave it to the funniest firm in Scranton to come at the topic from left field: No Nobel-laureate guests, no trips to the paper mill — just outdoorsiness with Michael and Dwight, and infighting among the rest of the staff. Oh, and some pants became a tent, so, uh…recycling!
(This is not to be confused with ”The Pants Tent,” the first regular episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm, a series that pioneered the integration of eco-friendly choices, such as driving a Prius, into its scripts.)
Another reason to applaud was the slightly mellower-than-usual tone, a breather after the wackier high jinks of late. With its controlled pace, ”Survivor Man” showcased the subtle acting that has always setThe Office apart. I thought the last scene — a low-key, layered exchange between Steve Carell and John Krasinski, two of the most likable actors on TV today — ranked among the series’ finest.
At the top of the episode, Toby made a rare excursion out of his shell to gush about Ryan’s ”wilderness adventure retreat” (but since we saw none of it, we can only imagine what a fantastically dorky team-building exercise it was). Michael, who wasn’t one of the execs invited, seethed while Toby rambled about all the fun. (”No more s’mores!”) Anyone catch Toby’s reply to Pam, after she asked whether they’d all slept in cabins? He was almost cut off, but then said, ”Under the stars. It was really beautiful….You should have come.” Poor Toby and his Pam torch.
To even the score that exists only in his head, Michael started mulling over his own camping trip and asked if Jim would, hypothetically, go along. (Jim’s nonverbal reaction during the line ”You know what ‘hypothetical’ means? Not real,” was brilliant.) Scoffing at Ryan’s cliquey ”Broken Mountain” outing, Michael decided he needed a rugged solo adventure. Immediately. He asked Dwight to procure duct tape and a knife within 30 minutes; within 30 seconds, Dwight delivered weapons he’d ”strategically placed” at work. (His blow dart and ”Mr. A. Knife” file were absurd perfection, as was his embroidery-worthy proverb ”It’s better to be hurt by someone you know, accidentally, than by a stranger on purpose.”)
Michael said farewell with ”When I return, I hope to be a completely changed human being,” to which Jim, understating matters entirely, answered, ”That’d be great.” Dwight drove woods-ward while Michael stated that any survivalist experiment should simulate a disaster, such as a plane wreck, except in this case the disaster was an abduction by a serial killer who was about to leave him for dead. Dwight interjected that he’d never let his victim live and would, in fact, remove Michael’s teeth and fingers so the body would be unidentifiable: ”They would call me the Overkill Killer.” I still hadn’t recovered from laughing when Dwight turned to Michael, who’d fashioned his necktie into a blindfold, and hit him on the head with a shoe because ”it would be better if you were unconscious.” What is their sick, strange, hilarious bond?
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