KILLING ME WON'T BRING YOUR FUCKING MESSIAH BACK!

God, and it's become a cancer in buddy shows. I remember catching the pilot of that short-lived Common Law cop drama on USA, and it opened with like a five minute long joke about the two partners in couples therapy - only to reveal they're cops, because ha ha, you honestly thought they were fucking, didn't you?

Yeah, I understand the memoir it's based off of is gripping, but God, the story itself sounds like Hollywood Gay Movie Bingo.

TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW, YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD!

I was 11, and in a hotel room in Portland, Oregon with the rest of my family. We stumbled on the last thirty minutes of Devil Fish ("Hey, think the Coast Guard will appear in my niece's high school graduation video?") and knew I needed another taste. In those days of lacking VHS, I had to make do with The Movie, but…

"The show has greater difficulty with The Leech Woman, one of the turgid Universal features from the show’s wobbly transition to its second network home."