To: Leonard " The Lion" Asper
Grand Fromage, Canwest Global
From: The Think Tank
Re: Emergency Replacement Programming
Just wanted to update you on a show were holding back for an emergency, mid-season yeah, we know, more likely an early-season replacement for whichever misguided idea tanks first this fall. Youll love this, Boss.
Setting: Clearly the success of CTVs Corner Gas has shown the countrys appetite for quirky, non-urban, slice o life settings peopled with an assortment of bumbling bumpkins. The only flaw in this current incarnation of Green Acres is that its not playing so well with the uber hip, tattooed, sexually-confused, urban youth.
Solution? Move the concept to the atmospherically cool, rarefied confines of Canadas hippest, most self-absorbed small town: Whistler. What a combo, Lenny. Youve got the beauty of British Columbias wilderness or what seems like wilderness to most of the rest of the country youve got a veritable hobos stew of beautiful people, fabulously wealthy dilettantes, idealistic youth, aging hippies, hard-scrabble opportunists and happily-oppressed worker drones all thrown together in what would be, sans ski hills, an unremarkable, remote mountain town.
Youve got the upcoming Olympics hanging over the town, depending on your glass half-full, half-empty point of view, like the Sword of Damocles or the Golden Fleece.
Youve got the conundrum of a town peopled largely by thrill seekers, who can barely afford to live there unless they work a couple of jobs and stuff themselves into rental housing with enough instant roommates to make the Little Old Lady Who Lived in a Shoe look like an empty-nester, vilified by the rest of the province who think everyone residing there is indolent and filthy rich. You see the Animal House plotlines here, Lenny?
But best of all, I mean absolutely best of all, is the totally bizarre, absolutely wacky cast of characters seeking political office.
First off, youve got to understand that politics in Whistler both the real town and the lightly fictionalized town around which well build the show is part contact sport, Rollerderby comes to mind, and part addiction-obsession.
Quick flashback for the opening episode: Whistler is thrown into chaos, a state with which it is more than passingly familiar, when its long-serving mayor, a former ski bum/patroller/chimney sweep just to add some colour, comes back from a Hawaiian vacation and drops a bombshell on the entire town. Hes decided not to run for re-election it was universally assumed he would both run and be easily returned but has decided to follow his dream, new dream, of selling resort condos in Maui for Intraborg, a thinly fictionalized company who just also happens to be the biggest employer/power in Whistler. Tanned, relaxed, and with a new jones for surfing as big as the waves they call Jaws in Maui surfspeak, Hizzonor announces he aint runnin and he aint quittin; hell just happily tread water, so to speak, and telecommute from the beach for the remainder of his term.