It’s official. I’ve already gotten to the point in the fall season where when tuning into a new show, I actually hope it’ll suck because I can’t figure out how I’ll squeeze another one into my packed viewing schedule. And can I say right now that I’m incredibly grateful that several of the nets are using dead spots in their sked to rerun things? I can catch up with GOSSIP GIRL Sunday evening, and although I missed the premiere of CHUCK earlier this week, I was able to catch the Saturday night rerun. Let’s hear it for repurposing!
Kudos to all of you who caught my mistake the other day when referencing what tune Addison was shaking her groove thing to on PRIVATE PRACTICE. It was indeed Don’t Feel Like Dancin’, one of my favorite tunes, which makes the error all the more egregious.
Is it just me, or did ABC’s marketing department do a terrible job selling their new offerings? Earlier this week, I told you how much I enjoyed DIRTY SEXY MONEY despite an ad campaign that made me think it would be flatter than a prepubescent teen, and tonight I found the same to be true of BIG SHOTS. Truth be told, I’d forgotten that I’d even set the DVR for it, and upon discovering that I had, pushed “play” with reluctance. And damned if it didn’t turn out to be a thousand times better than I’d expected! Although sold in some reviews as a male version of SEX & THE CITY, this struck me more as a manly take on DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES. Yes, there were some hokey moments and stilted dialogue, but the show had more heart than I could have imagined. Michael Vartan steals the show right out from under top-billed Dylan McDermott (who may single-handedly, or should I say double-cheekedly, bring back the five o’clock shadow), and Jessica Collins — as a mistress who befriends her lover’s wife — somehow combines a modern sensibility with a comedic timing that would have been right at home in classic screwball comedies.