"Hollywood Boulevard Grit"
Turns out we’re not getting a television show based on Nikki Finke’s life. Given how reclusive the famous Hollywood blogger is (for those not familiar, a real picture of her hasn’t been published in years, and she recently freaked out when it turned out Rupert Murdoch’s iPad publication, The Daily, might have a current one), I don’t know what the show would have been able to show her doing, other than working the phone and maybe interacting with a small handful of friends and sources.
And frankly, judging by the failure of Dirt, I’m not sure how interested ordinary viewers actually are in the inner workings of Hollywood industry:
Sure, we’re interested in actors and actresses and the gaps between the people the play on screen and who they really are, and their spectacular falls from grace. But I don’t know that there’s really much interest in the people who make money off of those revelations and narratives. Ari Gold is interesting because he’s a star-maker, not a star-chronicler. We don’t see shows about producers and writers and financiers, much less tabloid editors and industry reporters. The universe of people who are very interested in people like Nikki Finke is pretty small. And while I’d be interested in interviewing her for a story, I’m vastly more interested in her output than in her day-to-day, the reverse of how we feel about famous people, whose ordinary routines can eclipse their art.