Yeah, so, Smash started out sort of interesting and has entered a downward spiral. There are a million problems with it, but I will address only the one dearest to my heart.
Raza Jaffrey, who is British, is purported to have a job in City Hall in New York, in the press office. And it is only well into the season when the people of New York realize that people with poncy accents are not really ideal for representing that city. So his career is not going so well.
Aside from that ludicrous stupidity, he's saddled with a shrill and otherwise pretty useless girlfriend, and his only song so far has been a tour de force of cultural insensitivity. And, despite having had considerable experience, apparently, from Lloyd Webber's Bombay Dreams (yikes), he's not a great dancer. Well, I don't know. Maybe he can waltz like a champion.
Oh, and now his stupid, cardboard girlfriend has turned down his proposal of marriage. They're an awful couple, so there's that, but she really can't do better, so there's that, too.
Basically, it's thankless, and I prefer Mr. Jaffrey infected with some ghastly biological agent and on fire.