Jason Bateman’s New Show Really Sucks

I remember in English class how they use to tell us that we had to get through at least a few chapters of a book before we were allowed to decide that it was not worth reading. I made it exactly 4 minutes into Fox’s Do Not Disturb before hurling my TV at a Hurricane Orphan.

It boggles the mind that studio execs are able to green light this sort of show. It also boggles the mind that within a few days of being on set, someone doesn’t just throw down a clip board or a latte or a set of headphones or whatever and scream GAAAAAGGGHHH THIS IS TERRRIBBLLLEEEE!!! WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?!?! If I was one of the actors I wouldn’t be able to make eye contact with anyone. I’d be so afraid of the communal dishonesty that I would only be able to stare at the floor. 

There’s no excuse for a taking a stab at revamping the sitcom, especially like this. It’s just dead. Dig the fucker up, put some lipstick on it, feed it Pinkberry. It’s just fucking dead. The sound of laugh track makes us all queasy, and whatever grey haired, no-talent asshole execs are clinging to this format because its all they’ve known since 1960 just need to cash their chips in. Places like NY and LA are filled with shit tons of young talent and brilliant minds with novel ideas for shows.  Listen to what they say, or we’re going to come to your houses and piss on your Laser Disc players.

Fuck this show. Love, Max Powers.