Have you ever sat down to watch a show you were looking forward to, and then discovered it may be one the worst things ever televised? That’s exactly what happened to me recently, and man was it dreadfully painful.
I’ve been running a bit behind in my TV watching as the week I was in Philadelphia was the big week for television premieres. I finally got around to $#*! My Dad Says, and I have to say it was the first time in a very long, long time that I can remember not even finishing a one episode. Usually I feel compelled to finish what I start, but I just couldn’t do it with this show.
I normally enjoy William Shatner, but the writing of this show was just abysmal: Predictable, pedestrian, cliché and just about any other term you can think of for describing your worst nightmare of a sitcom. While I worried about this show having a limited number of plots, I’m not even sure it had one.
The sad thing is, it’s getting decent enough ratings for networks to look at possibly making at least one other sitcom based off of Twitter activity. Ugh. Why? One is bad enough.