
It’s time to trim the fat, folks. And some of this season’s more enticing fare has turned out to be deceptively unhealthy. Not terrible, per se, but certainly not worth the calories – like a McGriddle! Food metaphors aside, I really just don’t have the time or energy for my ambitious schedule. Sacrifices need to be made. Here’s a quick rundown of the shows on my chopping block and the ones whose heads have already rolled…
DONE!
Private Practice: I barely made it through the first episode. Its moderate success is a testament to the generally low standards of the new season and the decline of American culture. I’m sure Kate Walsh is a nice lady, and we all love any excuse to watch Tim Daly, but this show makes Grey’s look sophisticated. It also suffers from lame, repetitive episode titles (“In Which…” really?) – a trait shared by another demonic and ultimately doomed spin-off.
Bionic Woman: The inevitable mid-season episode where Katee Sackhoff brutally kills Jamie Sommers’ pointless, homophobic sensei, Isaiah Washington, is almost enough to make me keep watching. But… it’s not. This one is hard, because any source of Sackhoff while Battlestar is on one of its evil hiatuses should be a welcome treat, but even she can’t save this sinking ship. I may give it one final obligatory viewing tonight – tedious as that will probably be. (sidenote: Isaiah Washington’s default IMDB photo makes me want to die)
Aliens in America: This one is funny and sweet, but let’s be honest, Girlfriends probably has its moments too. I like my TV with an edge, and Aliens is clearly of the rounded variety.
STEP UP!
Chuck and Reaper: I kind of feel like a bipolar mama bird. I was so excited to see these two hatch, but their first steps have left me skeptical and contemplating a quick boot from the DVR nest. They’re hard not to group together because their premises aren’t all that dissimilar. Unfortunately, neither are their failings. Chuck needs to get past its heavy reliance on the charming cast (and failure to make light of the ridiculous plot) and come up with some more exciting storylines. As for Reaper, there’s so much room for social commentary, it’s kind of a sin that they’re not even trying to explore it. Melancholic twentysomethings are my favorites, and supernatural obligations as a metaphor for life’s self-induced setbacks come in at a close second. These two should be golden!

