If one ever needed proof that mediocrity is no barrier to television longevity*, look no further than this vanity vehicle.
Season One was a hamfisted concoction of cliches which I thought I'd seen the last of at the end of its season finale. No such luck.
This season opener, with Trevor Eve looking ever so dashing and smart and fit and Tom Cruise-like behind his sunglasses, didn't disappoint those who wanted more of the shit-sandwich that they loved so much in the first season.
And I'm only fifteen minutes in.
I may do an update at some point, if I can be bothered to finish this ep.
* Longevity is relative, of course: a show that gets into a second season is, in my books, at near-veteran status.
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