"Desperate Housewives" is a wicked pleasure
    Friday, October 01, 2004
    Kay McFadden / Times staff columnist

    ABC's superb new series, "Desperate Housewives," debuts
    at 9 p.m. Sunday. The cast includes Nicollette Sheridan, Brenda
    Strong, Felicity Huffman, Marcia Cross, Eva Longoria and Teri Hatcher.

    What is it with suburbia?

    Meant as an ideal compromise between city and country, the
    suburbs wind up loathed or spoofed - even by people that
    live there. From John Cheever to "The Stepford Wives"
    to "South Park," that pretty spot halfway to heaven
    is the object of scorn and expos\'e9. Now it's the turn of ABC's
    superb new series "Desperate Housewives," debuting at
    9 p.m. Sunday.

    Equal parts social satire, soap opera and mystery,
    "Desperate Housewives" is the scary, hilarious
    synthesis of what happens after you live happily ever after.
    It's as if the women of "Sex and the City" had gotten
    their wishes and were dealing with the consequences.

    As we see from the first helicoptering shot, "Desperate
    Housewives" is set in a place of winding streets and
    lovely houses with front porches, gleaming wood floors and
    fireplaces. It has no McMansions, but the genteel stink of
    money is unmistakable.

    Viewers have a narrator for the excursion. Her name is Mary
    Alice (Brenda Strong) and she just happens to be dead when
    the show begins.

    In silken tones, Mary Alice recalls the day she surprised the
    neighbors of Wisteria Lane with her untimely decision.

    "I performed my chores. I completed my projects. I ran my
    errands," she tells us. "In truth, I spent the day as
    I spent every other day, quietly polishing my life until it
    gleamed with perfection."

    That's a brilliant introduction. In "Desperate Housewives,"
    suburbia is the external manifestation of our quest to get everything
    just right and assume that happiness will follow. No wonder we have a
    love-hate relationship with the place.

    But happiness is a sometime thing for the women of Wisteria Lane. We
    meet Lynette (Felicity Huffman), the career woman who's given up her
    job to raise the kids, currently numbering four.

    In a hectic moment at the store, Lynette runs into a former
    co-worker. "Don't you just love being a mom?" asks
    the woman. Lynette pauses as the unseen Mary Alice comments,
    "For those who asked it, only one answer was acceptable,
    so she lied."

    Sprinkled throughout the action in "Desperate Housewives,"
    Mary Alice's sly and wry observations dismantle Wisteria Lane's facade.

    Trophy wife Gabrielle Solis (Eva Longoria) is an ex-model who
    snagged a mergers and acquisitions executive (Ricardo Antonio).
    When her husband proposed, he had tears in his eyes, but,
    "She soon discovered this happened every time he closed a
    deal." She's now having an affair with the gardener.

    Susan Mayer (Teri Hatcher), having burnt perhaps one too many
    macaroni-and-cheese-dinners, was dumped by her unfaithful husband
    and is raising their daughter (Andrea Bowen) alone.

    Now, she's making a determined bid for newly arrived single man
    Mike Delfino (James Denton). But she must compete with Edie
    (Nicollette Sheridan), Wisteria Lane's predatory slut.

    Perhaps the most delicious character is Bree Van De Kamp (Marcia Cross),
    the inevitable Martha Stewart stand-in known for making her own clothes,
    doing her own gardening and reupholstering her own furniture.

    "Everyone thought of her as the perfect wife and mother," Mary
    Alice purrs. "Everyone, that is, except her own family."

    In subsequent scenes, Bree's family rebels and her husband, Rex (Steven
    Culp) requests a divorce. Bree quickly will scotch it by serving a salad
    that sends Rex to the hospital in the throes of allergic arrest.

    Was it deliberate? We don't really know. And that's part of the thrill.
    To the normal conventions of soap opera, "Desperate Housewives"
    adds two subversive layers.

    The first is a tongue-in-cheek look at the busy work of suburban life
    juxtaposed with piercing revelations of the inner treadmill existence.
    The former reaches heights of hilarious exaggeration so we can comprehend
    the latter: fear, boredom, disappointment.

    And just so "Desperate Housewives" doesn't ever get to be a
    drag, cloudy questions that have nothing to do with metaphysics begin
    to gather over the residents of Wisteria Lane.

    Why did Mary Alice kill herself? Why is her husband digging underneath
    the built-in pool late at night? And why is that nice, eligible bachelor
    Mike carrying a revolver and giving cryptic telephone updates to an
    unseen third party? Is he really just a plumber?

    In Sunday's final scene, the women are packing up Mary Alice's clothes
    when a note flutters to the ground. They gather around to read it and
    are shocked at the contents.

    "Oh, Mary Alice, what did you do?" asks Susan, as a concluding
    helicopter shot whisks us away from Wisteria Lane.

    I intend to stick around and find out. Cleverly written and conceived,
    executed by a terrific cast of lovely veteran actresses, "Desperate
    Housewives" is a fanged pleasure from start to finish. It's
    impossible not to watch.

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