It is the best of times, and it is the worst of times, such is the experience of watching this magical, yet flawed hour. What is magical you ask? Why Jules of course, but it is the time spent on her guests that prevents the show from attaining the level of perfection it constantly hovers around.
Take the Ann Heche episode. Jules asked the hard hitting questions that needed to be asked, and Ann was impelled to "reveal" all there is to know about being a frail, unattractive, charmless, psychotic, has been that never really was. Revealing? Sure. Was Jules her usual effervescent and enchanting self? Absolutely. Do I ever want to see or hear from that no talent Ann Heche? Of course not.
Now if Jules would sit down for an hour and simply interview herself, then we would have nirvana. Intoxicated by her winsome smile, all the world would tune in breathlessly, and, dare I say, we could have peace in our time.
At the very least it would beat hearing from Carnie Wilson.
Take the Ann Heche episode. Jules asked the hard hitting questions that needed to be asked, and Ann was impelled to "reveal" all there is to know about being a frail, unattractive, charmless, psychotic, has been that never really was. Revealing? Sure. Was Jules her usual effervescent and enchanting self? Absolutely. Do I ever want to see or hear from that no talent Ann Heche? Of course not.
Now if Jules would sit down for an hour and simply interview herself, then we would have nirvana. Intoxicated by her winsome smile, all the world would tune in breathlessly, and, dare I say, we could have peace in our time.
At the very least it would beat hearing from Carnie Wilson.