It’s official. Well, 99% official. Whitney Port told Ryan Seacrest that The City was dunzo.
Vulture writes: “As of right now it doesn’t really look like we’re doing it anymore,” said the 25-year-old fashion designer. When asked if it could possibly move from MTV to another network, Port said, “No, at this point it’s not.”
This is terrible news for those of us loved the New York City-based series. I’ve gone on record before and said that The City is one of the best reality shows of all time, and I staunchly defend that statement. Ultimately, however, MTV simply wasn’t the proper home for it, and thus in this era of Teen Mom and Jersey Shore, it was inevitable that the adventures of Whitney and Roxy and Erin and Olivia (not to mention Joe Zee and Kelly Cutrone) would be cut short.
We’ve yet to hear an official official cancellation notice from MTV, but the outlook does not look good.
With The Hills heading off the air for good on Tuesday, not many people were talking about The City, whose latest triumphant season came to an end with quite the cliffhanger. Would Whitney stick with Kelly Cutrone, or would she dip her feet in new waters with pink-clad publicist Alison Brod. The contrast between the two women could not be more stark, and while fans clearly want more Cutrone, methinks Whitney is going to go to the dark side (which is ironically brightly colored) and learn the hard way the value of loyalty.
This, of course, assumes that Whitney and / or The City is coming back. My friends at other publications are buzzing that the show is dunzo, but I can assure you that as of press time, it has not been cancelled and is very much so alive. Don’t ask me how I know this, but I can assure you, my intel is excellent (watch the show get axed tomorrow — not that I’m advocating such a thing. Great. Now I’ve cursed it).
I nearly fainted in horror when I heard those dreaded words at the end of this week’s episode of The City. You know what I’m talking about: “Next week on the season finale.” Nooooooo!!! It can’t be over already! This wonderful gem must continue on. Give us five more episodes, MTV. Ten! Twelve! Alas, our season is about to end, and if rumors are to be believed, this may by it for the series as a whole. However, I refuse to believe that this most excellent program could be leaving us forever.
Instead, I’ll focus on the positive: girl fights! And man were there girl fights galore on this week’s show. The bitchiness came courtesy of Whitney, of all people, who was still stewing over Roxy being unable to make that popstar trollop wear her blazer. The tension was thick between the two former besties, and when Kelly Cutrone waltzed by to invite them to an event that night, it was all I could do to refrain from laughing as the girls barely acknowledged each other despite being two feet away. When Whitney then inform Kelly that her collection might be used in an Ashley Greene photo shoot, Roxy muttered something about how hard it is to keep clothing on celebrities. It was such a Debbie Downer moment that I actually half expected to hear a trumpet go “Waa-wwaaaaaaah.”
Major dramz on The City! Whitney and Roxy got into a huge fight, and now it looks like the roomies will be going their separate ways! It all started when Roxy was tasked with making sure a Canadian popstar named LIGHTS would wear a piece from the Whitney Eve line during a concert. I had my doubts about this LIGHTS character, but Kelly claimed she’d be the next big thing, and the last time Kelly did that, she was talking about Lady Gaga; so I’ll refrain from judgment. Nevertheless, LIGHTS was totally a punker kid — or so she claimed. I’d say that in terms of rock, she was less punk and more Fraggle, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is that the girly girl Whitney Eve collection didn’t seem to be a perfect match. Nevertheless, Roxy thanklessly pushed forward, all but strapping the fickle starlet into an outfit for the concert.
Ultimately, LIGHTS opted for a blazer to wear over her shirt, but as luck would have it, the moment she stepped on stage, she eschewed the big black thing and dropped it on the ground where it sat dejectedly for the entire concert. Up in the balcony, Whitney looked on in horror as her baby collected dust by LIGHTS’ feet. She was not happy at all as this was supposed to be a giant break for her collection (actually, I’d say the break was having it publicized on MTV week in and week out for a few months now, but what do I know?). Whit-Whit soon found Roxy and chewed out her friend for failing on all fronts. It was a refreshing change and part of the New Whitney, who has revealed herself to be a somewhat empowered, occasionally bossy young lady (earlier in the episode, she commanded Roxy’s photographer friend to take photos of her blazer — it was intense enough for Kelly to suggest that she relax a bit).
MTV needs a stern talking to. Rumors surfaced today that The City MAY BE CANCELLED. This is an outright horrific decision. The City is not only a fantastic show, but I’d wager to say that it’s the best series on MTV. Heck, I’d go so far to say that it has emerged as one of the best reality programs of all time. Yes, I said it. That’s no hyperbole. Since adjusting its format away from Whitney’s love life and towards the world of fashion, The City has consistently delivered us a nifty thirty minute package of passive-aggression and stern life lessons week after week in the most entertaining way. The combination of Kelly Cutrone’s sharp-tongued attacks mixed with the tense posturing between Erin and Olivia has been nothing short of a guilty pleasure. At its best, the show is a wonderfully succinct commentary on workplace politics. At its worst, it’s just plain fun.
In many ways, The City doesn’t even belong on MTV. The leads are too mature and urbane, and let’s face it: a huge amount of entertainment derives from the likes of Cutrone, Joe Zee, Robbie Myers, and the occasional Anne Slowey appearance. In other words, the old people. There’s no way MTV could possibly stomach so many non-Snooki types.
Of course, The City has its detractors. People complain that it’s too scripted (news flash: who cares?), and others feel that it’s boring. I can’t even address the latter critique — to me it’s like saying humans don’t need air to breathe. Ridiculous. However, dramatic reactions aside, I still must insist that The City is fantastic, and it at least deserves another season. We can’t be deprived of the petty feuds and professional tomfoolery. Reconsider, MTV. Reconsider.
Last week, I received a Tweet from B-Side Blog reader Aiii (not to be confused with Real World: Cancun’s Ayiiia), who had fantastic news to share. She had just gone to a book signing for none other than pop culture’s preeminent power bitch, Kelly Cutrone. Clearly this was a very exciting and important development; so I demanded details. Aiii was happy to oblige and sent me the following email, which features plenty of tasty morsels of gossip.
Last night’s episode of The City was both fascinating for its insight into the fashion world (that’s right, I used the word “insight” in regards to an MTV show) and simultaneously a near parody of the world itself. On the one hand, we had Whitney struggling to get her fashion line into boutiques and stores by peddling her wares at a huge expo. It was the unglamorous side of fashion that we rarely — if ever — see highlighted on reality TV.
On the other hand, we had Joe Zee and the editors of Elle cooing over popstar Ke$ha’s dumpster diving aesthetic, going so far as to use phrases as “garbage chic” and “she’s very into trash.” And yes, when they said “trash,” they didn’t mean the campy ideal. They meant literal trash. The experience was very much a callback to the famed “Derelicte” look from Zoolander, except this wasn’t an outrageous comedy. These were real editors talking about a real trend in a real magazine. Just as funny though.
It seems like every season of The City features Whitney heading down to Miami for some silly adventure. First time around, she and Jay got all romantic in the sun. Second time around, she and Roxy rung up a giant hotel tab. And third time around was this week when Whit and Rox again flew down to South Beach to show the Whitney Eve line at the Gen-Arts fashion show, which proved to be so deliriously disorganized that I thought I was watching the second coming of Sinbad on Celebrity Apprentice. Somehow, Whitney managed to persevere through incompetency and scheming models and wound up landing herself a potential sale with a charming mall boutique. It’s not Bergdorf’s, but hey, there’s nothing wrong with buying couture next to a Piercing Pagoda. Right?
Meanwhile, over at Elle, Olivia finally rose to the challenge and snagged a Zac Posen interview for the company’s website. It was an eleventh hour save for her as Erin was just in the final stages of sharpening her guillotine. Head honcho Robbie Myers screened footage of both Olivia and Louise, and while she seemed to like the Brit more, for now it appeared both women would be working in tandem at the magazine. And thus Erin was stymied again. She seemed less than pleased when Olivia, recognizing a foe in Louise, plastered on a big fake smile and got to work winning over her potential rival. Could this be an epic backfire for Erin? Will both girls ally together and outnumber our beleaguered PR exec? Time will tell…
As usual, The City rocks. How else to improve an already impeccable cast of aspiring fashionistas and seasoned vets? Throw in a Brit for good measure. This week’s episode saw the arrival of Louise Roe, the British fashion reporter of whom we got a small taste last week. Not only is she busting in on Olivia’s territory, but her previous romantic entanglements with Whitney’s sort of ex, Freddie Fackelmayer, suggests that there might be more drama to come from this beguiling beauty (who looks not unlike a love child of Elle MacPherson and Kelly Bensimon — not a bad mix).
To be honest, I really had no opinion of Louise until she announced that she had just stepped off a plane from Los Angeles and as a result was simply “SHATTERED.” I think I may have thrown my arms up in the air Platoon-style and thanked the reality TV gods for sending yet another gift to The City. Sadly, Anne Slowey did not make a return appearance (boooo), but at least we got a cameo from the main bitch in charge at Elle, Robbie Myers, whose sweet, twinkling voice seems to betray an ice cold core of scariness. Watching her chirp orders to her flush-faced assistant Seth was nothing short of thrilling, only because we knew each and every word might soon be followed by a passive-aggressive command that would rattle any normal person to the bone.
This week’s episode of The City was titled “Fashion with a Capital F,” but if I could give it a grade, it would be a capital A. That’s because this episode was off-the-charts awesome. It had everything we could want: Erin and Olivia fighting, Erin gossiping with her new cohort Seth, Roxy sabotaging SOMETHING, Kelly Cutrone getting exasperated, Joe Zee yelling at Olivia, Olivia being ridiculous, and best of all, ANNE SLOWEY. I’m not sure who else watched the ill-fated CW series Stylista, but it was a gem, I tell you, and at the center of it was Ms. Slowey herself (not to mention Joe Zee). Seeing her make her triumphant return to reality TV with an animated yet deliciously haughty assessment of Whitney’s clothes was a delight. In fact, I want more. And more Robbey too. Heck, let’s get rid of Whitney and Roxy and just focus on Elle (although, I suppose we’d miss out on Kelly; so that’s no good. Okay, never mind).