Embassy Sweet

National Review Online, March 11, 2002

If you want to see yet another unexpected consequence of our new, more disturbing era, take a look at The American Embassy, which premieres on Fox tonight. As a result of 9/11, this fledgling show already faces a once unimaginable identity crisis and a number of difficult decisions about what it wants to do when it grows up. Back in the more frivolous times when it was first imagined (the initial episode was filmed a year ago) everything was all so straightforward. The new series (then planned to be called Emma Brody) was clearly intended as a replacement, or at least a dietary supplement, for Ally McBeal. Ally is losing viewers at about the same pace as Calista Flockhart is shedding pounds, and it must have seemed like a good idea to take the same recipe (attractive, slightly neurotic yuppie, unlucky in her relationships) and try to bulk it up with a foreign location (London!) and a potential love interest (not Robert Downey Jr.!) able to pass a urine test.

And indeed, The American Embassy may succeed on those terms despite creaky dialogue and story lines so derivative that this show's premiere already feels like a rerun. As a not-quite innocent not-quite abroad, Emma (pleasantly played by Arija Bareikis), the not-quite Ally, makes an appealing heroine. Other elements shamelessly borrowed from the McBeal playbook include girly introspection, a wacky office, occasional pratfalls, and large amounts of slightly goofy sex for people other than the heroine.

The closest (in the first episode, at least) that Emma comes to consummating a relationship, and it is pretty close, is in an airplane lavatory. At the last moment, however, the mile-high club is exchanged in favor of the mile-sigh club as Ms. Brody decides this brief, but passionate, encounter has to end respectably. The restroom Romeo is a future colleague and thus, under the rules of today's stern morality, untouchable. For the time being, anyway. As is traditional in these dramas, we can expect plenty of "will they/won't they" suspense over the months to come. In the meantime, viewers are left to wonder why exactly it was that the scriptwriters chose to burden this supposedly romantic character with the unappetizing last name of "Roach."

What is different, of course, is the series' international location, which does, it has to be admitted, add a certain inaccurate glamour to the whole production. Emma is starting work as a vice consul at the U.S. embassy in London and her adventures take place in a charming, storybook city, a Windsor wonderland beyond the boasts of the most brazen travel agent, a fairytale capital of, as Ms. Brody describes it, "backwards traffic and awe-inspiring grandeur." I noticed no fewer than 20 shots of the houses of Parliament, a couple of views of St. Paul's cathedral, a glimpse of Tower Bridge and, as would be expected, an ogle of Buckingham Palace.

This "London" is a fantasy metropolis (trust me, as a former Londoner, I know), something that may lead to bitter disappointment when the first The American Embassy fans show up on Oxford Street, and are confronted by a city that is somewhat grubbier than this show would have them believe. Emma inhabits a London without burger joints, public housing and, it would seem, any architectural development since the Edwardian age. A subplot of the first episode concerns a missing child. Has she been murdered? Is she sleeping under a bridge, or prostituting herself for a line of coke and a slice of bread? Not a bit of it. She turns out to be holed up in a houseboat moored in "Little Venice," a picturesque canal quarter in the west of the city. This is not a show for fans of gritty urban realism.

Even the U.S. embassy itself has gone through a mysterious, and flattering, transformation. America's diplomats turn out to have been moved from the glass and concrete box that can, in reality, be found in Grosvenor Square to altogether more picturesque surroundings, a rather elegant redbrick establishment that, like so much of Emma Brody's London, I found myself recognizing without quite being able to place. Also, can it really be right that her supposed flat is located in a building that looks suspiciously like that wonderfully gothic hotel near St. Pancras railway station?

If Emma's London conforms to the popular stereotype, so do Emma's Londoners. We get to know three, all guys, in the course of the first episode, a transvestite, an aristocrat, and a wimp, which pretty much sums up the traditional American view of the rich range of British masculinity (Full disclosure: Not only am I a former Londoner, I am a British former Londoner). Cross-dressing Gary is Emma's loveable neighbor, smooth Lord Wellington is the potential suitor, a well-bred rival for the lecherous Roach. Finally, there is the local recruit, an embassy clerk with narrow shoulders and a faint resemblance to a Harry Potter gone to seed, who is, at one point, addressed by his American boss as "Brit Man."

Brit Man? Yes, with its foreign locations, exotic natives, and teasing nicknames, there are ways in which this series can sometimes, appear a little, well, colonialist, with the embassy staff in the imperial role, a role that includes living a life largely divorced from that of the inhabitants of the country in which they find themselves. Perhaps it is the same for all diplomats everywhere, but these Americans appear to live an insular existence, seemingly content to socialize amongst themselves, secure in their little corner of a transplanted homeland, happy to play (American) football in front of the Victorian splendor of Hyde Park's Albert Memorial.

Then, right towards the end of this first episode, the outside world comes crashing in. A terrorist bomb explodes outside the embassy. This highly effective sequence was shot some time before the events of last September, but it gains added power from them. The footage turns from color to black-and-white and back again. Scattered scraps of paper float through the air in what is now an eerily familiar nightmare. We see, poignantly, that the flag still flies over the assaulted building, but there are corpses on the sidewalk. The shock of these concluding images is heightened by the contrast with the carefree nature of what has preceded. These scenes may have been filmed as fiction, but they will be viewed as history.

And that is where the once innocuous decision to locate the series in an international outpost of American power has left its producers with a problem not faced by, say, the more domestic (even if it is set in the city of Ground Zero) comfort programming of Friends. In a year of living dangerously, the emotional intrigues of a young vice consul abroad may no longer be enough to convince or satisfy the necessary audience. This may have already been acknowledged by the decision to change the show's name from Emma Brody to the more serious-sounding The American Embassy, a place, claims Fox, "where the challenges of America's controversial role in the world of nations are an everyday reality." The focus seems set to shift away from personal to international affairs as we are promised "an array of stories of much greater complexity than one could ever imagine."

Whether this is what is delivered, and, more importantly, whether we want to watch it, will be one small measure as to whether we, and our popular culture really have changed in the aftermath of that blue, bright, murderous morning.