Last Friday, Kevin Williamson broke attention-besotted Palm Springs the bad news: it’s not you, it’s me. No, scratch that. It’s you.
It’s official: we’re just not good enough to be the filming location for “Hidden Palms.†Former “Dawson’s Creek†Executive Producer Kevin Williamson strung us along, wining and dining us, even giving us the reach-around, which, in the heat of the moment, seemed like the right thing to do. Now all Palm Springs wants to do is lock itself in its room and listen to an endless loop of “Boys Don’t Cry.â€
And what tawdry bitch did our capricious suitor leave us for? Was it vulpine Vancouver, always seducing film crews away from the golden state? Or perhaps Mexico, that shameless harlot? Neither. It was that wretched impostor Flagstaff, Arizona, who uttered such sweet sounding lies that “Palms†abandoned reason and real, albeit desperate, love and fawning worship of the entertainment industry for what is sure to be a less than satisfying affair.
Why do they have that we don’t, anyway? Oh, right. Tax incentives.
When “Hidden Palms†is in danger of cancellation after it’s first season and CW execs are breathing down Williamson’s neck to retool or be replaced, he had better not expect us to welcome him back with open arms. Our hearts can only be broken so many times.
