Mark-Paul Gosselaar as Mitch, Tone Bell as Russell, Bresha Webb as Angie, Vanessa Lachey as Tracy — (Photo by: Ben Cohen/NBC)
The A-story in this episode is about the men and their wives — Mitch is married to the “ethnically ambiguous” Tracy (Vanessa Lachey) and Russell is married to Angie (Bresha Webb) — lucking out with Jay Z tickets procured by one of Angie’s ex-boyfriends, (which brings us to the B-story of boring male jealousy and ownership over women). First, Tracy has to find an acceptable babysitter. Enter Kimberly (Antonimar Murphy), a super-hot sitter who Mitch borrowed from their Orthodox neighbors. Their religion is important, you see, because it means they won’t need someone to watch their kids on a Friday night. Also because it gives Mitch the chance to say things like “Jew to Jew” and to sing about getting her phone number to the tune of “Hava Nagila.” Kimberly, meanwhile, is also “ethnically ambiguous,” which must be mentioned because it’s noted in the episode as a way to showcase Mitch’s only other character trait: he has “a thing” for ethnically ambiguous women. (If you are tired of reading the phrase “ethnically ambiguous” at this point, just think of how tired I am of writing it. DJ Nash, however, powers through.)
Throughout the episode, there are the requisite shots of Kimberly’s cleavage, debate over whether Russell should go through his wife’s text messages, the discovery that the babysitter may or may not be a porn star (uggghhh), and a conversation about whether it’s OK for Mitch to sing the N-word when rapping along to “Empire State of Mind,” (Mitch wants Russell to just hear him say it once because, he proudly proclaims, he doesn’t say it with the “R.”) Putting this conversation up against Black-ish‘s recent episode about the same racial epithet is like pitting the guy who dives into your Twitter mentions to tell you about his mixtape against, well, Jay Z.
The only mildly impressive thing about Truth Be Told is that it manages to avoid devolving into 22 straight minutes of offensive jokes, though that’s only because the series is too boring to even be offensive. It’s completely inconsequential, a speck in a sea of sitcoms, and one that I hope never gets any more attention than this review.