Third-episode verdict: Brothers and Sisters

Brothers and Sisters

I must confess I’ve been dreading this one. Episodes two and three of Brothers and Sisters have been sitting, winking at me for ages (it airs Sundays in the US), going “You’ll to have to sacrifice two hours of your life to watch us”.

It’s not that it’s a desperately bad show. It’s reasonably well written and the cast is to die for.

It’s just I hate every single character with a fiery passion. All of them. They’re all evil scum who should be put on a Viking longboat, towed out to sea and then burnt in their boating outfits, sweaters still slung nonchalantly over their shoulders.

They’re the kind of people who say things like “I’d rather trust your gut than my MBA right now”. Or complain about how terrible their lives are because their adulterous, pension-fund robbing dad gave them a trust fund instead of direct access to their millions in inheritance. Or because they cheat on their husbands and wives. Or because they’re smarmy, sanctimonious conservative talk TV hosts – who cheat on their fiancés with whoever happens to be nearest to them at the time.

Or… Or… Or. It just goes on. They’re all evil, cheating, backstabbing, self-centred rich people who get kicks out of screwing up their own lives and watching other people get destroyed by the fallout. If all of this in some way had some depth that illustrated something about “the human condition” (ooh, I’m treading a dangerous course towards the Sea of Pretension here), fair enough. It’s not exactly The Great Gatsby of our times, but probably has ambitions in that direction.

But it doesn’t have any real depth or message: at least nothing we haven’t seen countless times before. Ooh, cheating on your partner messes things up: amazing. Embezzling is bad: astounding. Brothers and sisters might argue about things and have chips on their shoulders: searing and penetrating insights. Thanks for that.

Now, if that’s your kind of thing – hey, guess what, it’s not mine – then this is the programme for you. Otherwise, avoid it.

  • I watched the second episode because I knew the involvement of Tom Skerritt in the pilot clouded my judgement on the show itself. With the second episode, I got a better feel for what the show was about and knew it wasn’t for me. That ’30something’ vibe just wasn’t kicking in.
    And the premiere of RTD’s “Casanova” on PBS’ “Masterpiece Theater” gave me the excuse to give it up before the third episode.

  • And the premiere of RTD’s “Casanova” on PBS’ “Masterpiece Theater” gave me the excuse to give it up before the third episode.
    Well you can easily say we would approve of THAT decision…

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