Beep … Beep … Beep … .
That’s the monitor still detecting signs of life from comatose sitcom Scrubs, which returned last night for its, gasp, ninth season … beep … beep … beep …
I mean, this show WILL NOT DIE!
First it was quirky and “trying to find an audience,” back when it was on NBC. Then it was “developing a small but loyal following,” and even “needing time to catch on.”
NBC finally pulled the plug a couple years ago on what’s usually been a bland, meandering show that seems written to please the writers and cast more than the viewers. But even cancelation couldn’t kill Zach Braff and company. The still-warm corpse was snapped up by a grave-robbing ABC which ran it (into the ground) last spring, and now has transplanted its organs into an entirely new set with Dr. DJ as a woeful teacher at a teaching hospital.
And you know what? It’s still not doing much for me. It doesn’t fill me with rage like anything Jenna Elfman is busy mucking up, but it does something even worse: it bores me.
Sometimes, the most humane thing a doctor can do is let the patient go.
Scurbs, step into the light.
Beep … beep … beep ……. beeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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