Pop Vultures

It’s nearly October, and I’ve still barely made a dent in writing about all the new shows this year. I have an excellent reason for this: most of the shows bore me silly. Out of respect to my short attention span, I offer the 25-word review.

Reaper: The other show featuring a twenty-something mega-mart employee with unexpected powers and annoying sidekick that is not Chuck. Chuck, however, has Adam Baldwin. It wins.

Bionic Woman: The show casts Katee Sackhoff and doesn’t give her the lead role. No further proof is needed that the producers don’t know what they’re doing.

Dirty Sexy Money: Desperate title tries to make a thoroughly competent and dull show sound sexy. No one is fooled. Good actors, high production values, tired plots. Zzzzzzzz.

Private Practice: Take one strong female character. Move her to Los Angeles. Stir in neuroses and rejected Ally McBeal plots. Bake with popular, likable cast. Serve tepid.

Journeyman: Time travel drama appealing to the Quantum Leap demographic. Most likely show to linger on for seasons despite no one you know actually watching it.

If I was doing this properly, comedy reviews should follow, but that would require me to watch Caveman, and even I have to draw the line somewhere. I do have some taste, after all.