Why anyone would want to be associated with this terrible dreck is beyond me. Aside from a dire need of cash on the part of the actors, the need for a mid-season replacement on the part of studio executives, or a "The Producers"-like plot to make a show so bereft of genuine brains or humour in a bizzare bit of financial scheming, this filth is inexcusable. It was even shot on film, to add insult to injury. Make crapanade when life hands you crap, indeed. Well this is certainly proof of the maxim spouted by the pathetic Archie Bunker clone played by Quaid. When the pilot script plopped brown splatter and all out of the honeybucket into the desperate suits' well-manicured hands, those Harvard Business school graduates proved yet again that a cookie-cutter MBA is about as useful as a screen door on one's love sac. All the above-the-line personnel should be ashamed of themselves.
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