medical mystery
If you've read this blog before, you'll know I'm a rabid fan of the Fox medical drama "House." If you haven't read this blog before, scroll down and you'll see what I mean.
I don't think I've mentioned, though, that I was highly opposed to "House," on principle, for the first few months of Season One. "The world does not need another medical drama!" I would shout at my TV set whenever promos would air during "American Idol." I figured it was another "ER" -- another hospital soap that wouldn't die.
I was wrong, according to my friends and acquaintances, and eventually I succumbed to peer pressure and Hugh Laurie's piercing gaze, and I watched an episode. I was hooked immediately; I even re-watched the episode the next morning to make sure I hadn't been duped. Nope. It really was that good.
Now, though, the world has no more room for medical dramas. Not anymore. And Dr. Gregory House is the epitome of narcissistic, misanthropic genius. The world does not need another.
So this week's medical mystery is this: WHY on Earth is CBS' "3 Lbs." even premiering tonight? I've read about it in Entertainment Weekly and today's Berkshire Eagle, and all I can see is a network grasping for the next "House." It's supposed to be about a brilliant neurosurgeon who hates people, but is attracted to solving the mysteries of the human brain (which weighs -- of course -- three pounds). The doctor's name on the new show is even Hanson, which sounds way too much like House to be kosher.
Maybe it's me. Maybe I should watch "3 Lbs." tonight and judge the show on its own merits. Or maybe I should just stay true to form and boycott the cheap imitation out of loyalty to the best show on TV.