I'll never forget meeting Whitney Cummings the first time. We were backstage at a Comedy Central Roast, and she had just burned Pamela Anderson in a now-notorious rant.
Anderson was hurt and steaming mad over it.
"Pam," Cummings said from the stage, "you've slept with Bret Michaels, Tommy Lee and Kid Rock.
"Why don't you save yourself time and drink a vat of Magic Johnson's blood?"
It was crude, but I laughed anyway.
During a commercial break from the taping, Anderson attempted to leave but her manager told her to stay up there.
Well, she was in denial on how hard she had verbally smacked Anderson around in front of cameras. After the roast, Cummings told me she thought Anderson was fine and didn't think she was offended.
There was no denying that Cummings knew how the whole monologue went over, and, somewhere in her mind, Cummings was trying to let it be water under the bridge.
Seeing how sharp a tongue Cummings can have, I was surprised by the gentleness and extremely elementary her first network sitcom, "Whitney," has been.
"Whitney" (returning 8 p.m. Wednesday, WBIR, Channel 10) is painfully shallow, uninspired and terribly lightweight.
Cummings stars in the rom-com series about a whacky woman with a "Lucy" complex and her live-in boyfriend (Chris D'Elia, in a tolerable performance). She also serves as its primary writer. Cummings plays this little network series so safe it's sad.
NBC needs to do everyone a favor. Get rid of "Whitney," let her loose on E! more and we'll all pretend this series ever happened.
See there? Denial does work sometimes.
Terry Morrow may be reached at 865-342-6445 or firstname.lastname@example.org.
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