The Starter Wife

I would be ashamed of the fact that I watch this show... But the summer is a desperate time for me as far as television goes. I have very little to look forward to, and I miss being invested in worlds and characters outside of reality. As a result, while I am anxiously awaiting the return of my favorite summer show, The Closer (premiering next Monday, June 18th- yay!), I am passing the time with this little Debra Messing dramedy about a Hollywood woman whose husband tells her he wants a divorce, forcing her to move into her friend's Malibu beach house, where she falls for the homeless, but hot, beach bum. Wow. That's quality, right there.

I enjoy this show, as long as it's not trying to be more than it really is- meaningless chick lit in tv form. That's why I get really annoyed when the show slips into dream-like sequences where the characters re-enact scenes from classic movies. Come on. Putting Chinatown and Silence of the Lambs in this fluffy show doesn't make it look smart. It's just out of place and annoying.

Overall, I find the show pretty entertaining. It's fun to watch with my mom and little sister, but I don't have high expectations for it.