The premise was weak. The novel it was based on was awful. The people behind it were a pack of Yes-men and women who didn't read the book or the scripts until giant billboard ads were bought by ABC TV.
Previews ran.
And, after a couple of episodes, the shows was nixed. Viewers gagged. Censors gagged. I gagged. My dog gagged.
Politics? -- Claimed the show's creator, a self-proclaimed Christian writer and speaker and wife of an NFL coach...
No, it just plain sucked.
A self absorbed publicist (okay, that part was based on in the real life author) delivers a stream of consciousness and grammatically-impaired take on dating.
Though at the time, Bridget Jones Diaries was hot, this show is anything but the heart-warming story built around the puffy Renee Zellwegger, and the two gents fighting for her love, in some cases literally.
This reads more like it was drafted by Kevin Smith, written for a Jay and Silent Bob sequel. And that's not a compliment. Ironically, the author/show's creator was a publicist on Dogma...
Bottom line, this show makes Austin Powers' Graham role look like Shakespeare.
Sadly, the producer's next project will likely get produced as well. How?
It pays to be a petite blonde.
Beyond that, there is nothing remotely redeeming about this show. But now you know why it was made.
Nobody reads scripts.
