Selling paper can't be a fun job. Therefore it is reasonably assumed that for those people who have drawn the unfortunate lot in life to be selling paper, their office lifes cannot be enjoyable. Here though, in this British-adapted mockumentary, squirming glee is mined for all it's worth when cameras take us inside the Scranton branch of Dunder-Mifflin, a fictional Pennsylvania paper selling company.
Run by Micheal Scott (Steve Carell), the most delirously self-absorbed being on the planet, the Scranton branch is home to a veritable carnival ground of closeted schizoids and adorable eccentrics. From deranged Dwight (Rainn Wilson), Micheal's desperate-to-be #2, to the temp Ryan (BJ Novak), the floor is filled to burst with people that are just ever so slightly off.
Yet maybe they aren't. One of the greatest pleasures in "The Office" is getting to know characters you had once thought peverse or strange. "69"-loving Kevin was just too sexual in season one. Here? He's intelligent and blunt, wonderfully out there in all of his wierdness. The same goes for every other resident...except maybe Dwight (who is the shows most consistent laugh getter and thus probably not deserving of a soul). We are all human and even though we shouldn't be afraid to laugh at other beauracry slaves, we also shouldn't be afraid to identify with them.
Anchored by an incredibly gifted ensemble cast, not to mention the delicious sexual tension between Jim (John Krasinski) and Pam (Jenna Fischer), this scathingly funny show reveals to all of us the struggling inner heart of white-collar America. Our grudges, romances, dreams, fantasies, and quiet desperations.The show has ripened almost completely in its sophmore year and I can only hope it maintains it's consistent air of hilarious irreverence, satire, and earnesty.
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