Six mopey 20somethings for 60 minutes. I hated Reality Bites, and that was when I *was* a 20something. Now they've made a much lesser version of it into a television show. Awful casting. Most cliche'd teleplay I've seen since the WB. They didn't even bother to change the character castes. We've got a morose writer who's struggling with her soul in the corporate world. We've got a filmmaker who may not be able to grapple with selling out to the advertising industry. We've got Mr. Shallow who's fooling around on his girlfriend. And a sleepy, bitter Phoebe Cates-type character who does a pretty good job portraying wooden acting.
I shouldn't be surprised. This is brought to us by Marshal Herskovitz and Ed Zwick, who gave us thirtysomething, a show whose fanbase was probably more likely to call a suicide hotline than writer fan mail.
Sorry. Mugging for the camera and delivering trite anti-establishment speeches is bad television. Don't care what generation they're trying to reach.
Won't watch again. Gaddabout OOOOOOUT.
I shouldn't be surprised. This is brought to us by Marshal Herskovitz and Ed Zwick, who gave us thirtysomething, a show whose fanbase was probably more likely to call a suicide hotline than writer fan mail.
Sorry. Mugging for the camera and delivering trite anti-establishment speeches is bad television. Don't care what generation they're trying to reach.
Won't watch again. Gaddabout OOOOOOUT.
