Every single time I hear the title of Scott Baio is 46… and Pregnant I cringe. I just do. He is going to have a baby, but he is not pregnant as such. It may be cute and catchy but it rubs me the wrong way. Actually, I imagine it rubs me in about the same way that Scott’s daddy-to-be class rubs him.
The show tonight started off at said class and Scott learned that there are three types of parents — policeman, fireman, and nurturing. If my understanding is correct the first type is the authoritarian, the second type is the consoler, and the third type is the good type. To me, describing them that way feels like something of a cop out (no pun intended). By not coming up with a job title for the last one you’re separating it out from the others and instantly giving it a sort of priority before any discussion even takes place. Maybe "teacher" would be better? Just a thought.
When Scott finished examining what types his parents were and how he knew which type he would be, one of the daddies to be explained how before they had their first kid they went back to Brazil see how they were raised. Now, I thought it was a daddy-to-be class. If the gentleman in question already has a child, why is he in the class?
Scott broached the subject of heading back to Brooklyn with Renee who at first started to freak out. She wanted to know what his "agenda" was with the trip (as though Scott was heading back to see his old girlfriends). When she learned that Johnny wasn’t going however she was fine with the trip. I guess that makes sense, I can totally accept that the trip with Johnny there would be completely different than the trip without Johnny and that Renee would be less comfortable with the Johnny version. It was a nice, real, moment between the couple — she was worried about being alone and Scott just heading out to have a good time with friends. The show actually felt like reality.
It was however completely spoiled by the next moment. In the next moment, Renee propositioned Scott (as long as he was going away she wanted something to remember him by). I don’t know that it was set-up, but it certainly felt as though she was acting for the cameras (and the ridiculous camera angles didn’t help). Scott trying to stop her and then finally acquiescing also felt forced. I didn’t buy it for a second.
When we got to Brooklyn we met Scott’s good friend Anthony, Anthony’s uncle, and a bunch of other random people. Scott asked pretty much everyone he could for advice. Anthony’s uncle suggested that loving the kid was the most important thing he could do, watch and love. Scott didn’t quite believe that in this day and age he could get by with such a passive role in the rearing of his child. He didn’t fully comprehend that loving your child isn’t always the easiest thing to do (just wait till your 14 year-old comes home at 5 in the morning with her new, big, hairy, leather-clad, biker "friend" and they promptly head into her room and lock the door). Later, when Scott saw his ex-teacher she also suggested that loving the child was the most important thing he could do. By then it may have started to sink in that maybe there was more to "loving" than he imagined. He didn’t openly acknowledge it, but it had to have started to sink in.
He still however needed more. Unsure of where to turn next, Scott went to church, where he broke down in tears. Scott explained to a friendly nun that he was distressed that his father wouldn’t be there to see Scott’s daughter be born and grow. The nun also suggested that love might be the most important thing involved (teaching the child to love the mom), that Scott’s father would always be watching, and that a part of Scott’s father lived on in him. Baio seemed to take this heart and feel moderately consoled. Realizing that his wife was all alone with his unborn child and that he had been away long enough he hopped on the next plane back to Los Angeles.
One other thought and maybe even a question:
- Scott and Anthony went to the old deli Scott used to hang out at. It was a great-looking, NY-style Italian deli. Scott, allegedly, went there every day after school. The deli has 152 sandwiches named after famous Italian-Americans. 152. But, none named for Scott, the famous Italian-American kid that went there every day. He was moderately miffed. I can understand that — local boy makes good, he deserves a sandwich named after him. Either that, or an autographed headshot at the local dry cleaner.
- So, my question to you — do you buy this emotional journey of Scott’s? It all seems a little far-fetched to me, the way in which he’s going about coping with the changes in his life and figuring out what kind of father to be. It feels very Hollywood and not at all Brooklyn. Has Scott changed that much or is the show less than real?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’ll always be real, that I promise. Read the The TV and Film Guy’s Reviews and you’ll see what I mean.