Wednesday, November 15, 2006

House/3 lbs.: Battle of the Brilliant but Antisocial Doctors!

Wow, is it just me, or was last night's House surprisingly deep and meaningful? Through a game of quid pro quo between House and John Larroquette, we learn why House became a doctor (basically so that everyone HAD to listen to him), what House would want to hear from his father ("You did the right thing"), and, in the end, that House really does value Wilson's friendship.

While House and Wilson deal with John Larroquette, who was woken up from a coma vegetative state for just one day so they could cure his dying son, House's minions are being interviewed by David Morse, who's trying to nail House. And not in the good way. It looks like they all stick together and defend House's pill-popping ways, but Morse won't be defeated, and freezes Wilson's bank accounts in an attempt to get him to admit that House stole his prescription pad and forged prescriptions. Oh, and Morse? Is totally House. Right down to the thinking everyone is lying thing. Of course, in this case, he's totally right (also much like House).

After House ended, I changed the channel to CBS, where they were airing...a really crappy episode of House. Oh no, wait, it was 3 lbs., their new show about brain surgeons.

It stars Stanley Tucci as Dr. House Douglas Hanson, a misanthropic genius doctor with a medical problem (in his case, something in his brain causing hallucinations). His sidekick, a new fellow in the neurosurgery program, is played by Mark Feuerstein, whom I immediately and inexplicably hated. Inexplicably, that is, until I realized that he was the star of Good Morning, Miami, and therefore represents all that I hate and revile in this world. Plus, his character is ridiculously earnest. And there's nothing I hate more than earnest (I'm looking at you, William H. Macy).

The show itself was average bordering on cheesy (the "Calling All Angels" theme music didn't help), and left me pretty cold. I'm out, but if anyone keeps watching, let me know if it gets better. I'm not holding my breath, though.


Anonymous said...

Mark Feuerstein, ah yes, one of the many actors Hollywood seems to shove down our throats in every possible new TV show and movie to make him (or her) a star. Some are warranted (like Chris Gorham, Carla Cugino or Eddie McClintock) but Mark is a prime example of one that the public keeps rejecting and they keep forcing him back onto us. (see also Melissa George and Eric Balfour)

I agree w/ vance said...

Oh my friend, my misguided glowy box friend. Yes, Mark Fuerstein is a total and complete disaster in every role he takes on (why, o WHY do people insist on casting him?), but the earnestness is his particular problem. Please don't even say the name of the brilliant William H. Macy in the same breath as this gel-haired loser. William H. Macy is fabulous. Just fabulous. And let's not forget that in real life he's married to the equally fabulous Felicity Huffman ("fabulous" from Sports Night days, not from the unbelivably overrated (yes, overrated!) Desperate H-wives days of present...) AND ALSO in real life they live in a pretty modest house by Hollywood star standards, which of course earns points w/ this bossy color maven.

Liz said...

Yeah, what IS the deal with Eric Balfour? He's in freakin' everything! And they did Mark Feuerstein no favors by making his character insanely annoying (he's all touchy-feely, since he's from the West Coast, for example), like Feuerstein needed any help being obnoxious on his own.

Ah, the William H. Macy thing. I acknowledge that he's a fantastic actor (with an equally fantastic wife), and is also very cool in real life. He's just always, always rubbed me the wrong way. And the only way I can describe it is that his characters tend to be...overly earnest. It's just one of those irrational things I have, and he certainly deserved no comparison to the aformentioned gel-haired loser (ha). Sorry!