The foundation of any story is the screenplay. The skeleton is the dialog. The actors have to build out from there. If you have any actors. Which this series does not.
If you begin with a failed screenplay, the foundation cracks and the whole thing is subject to collapse. Now in this case, the cast is left with little to work with on top of this shaky foundation because the dialog is nothing short of an abomination.
"You want me to live in LA? The land of misspelled tattoos?" "Are you suggesting that because I am divorced I failed in my marriage?" D-U-H! Scene: Two bikini clad bimbos enter stage left background. (Why? Who knows? Because they are in bikini swimwear I suppose.) Ball player center stage in close up says something to the effect of "Wait for me!" Stands and exists stage right after bimbos. He reveals his bare butt.
Was I supposed to be titillated? Or is this just another hopelessly cheap diversion from -- telling me a story?!?! (And there's nothing particularly spectacular about the butt anyway.) Oh there's more. A lot more. And it's just bad. Save yourselves.
If you begin with a failed screenplay, the foundation cracks and the whole thing is subject to collapse. Now in this case, the cast is left with little to work with on top of this shaky foundation because the dialog is nothing short of an abomination.
"You want me to live in LA? The land of misspelled tattoos?" "Are you suggesting that because I am divorced I failed in my marriage?" D-U-H! Scene: Two bikini clad bimbos enter stage left background. (Why? Who knows? Because they are in bikini swimwear I suppose.) Ball player center stage in close up says something to the effect of "Wait for me!" Stands and exists stage right after bimbos. He reveals his bare butt.
Was I supposed to be titillated? Or is this just another hopelessly cheap diversion from -- telling me a story?!?! (And there's nothing particularly spectacular about the butt anyway.) Oh there's more. A lot more. And it's just bad. Save yourselves.