REBEKAH DEVLIN OUT OF THE BOX
THERE’S a reason things are on in prime time and there’s a reason why things aren’t. This show screens late on Saturday and Sunday afternoons, which should give you a bit of a clue about its quality.
Which isn’t to say it doesn’t have any redeeming features, but it isn’t going to win too many Emmys.
The storyline isn’t terribly imaginative: Yale graduate Megan, going nowhere in her tabloid magazine job, goes to work as a live-in tutor for a filthy-rich businesswoman in the hope of gaining access to the social elite. The two spoilt orphan grandchildren give her hell, but she eventually wins them over.
Well, I’m assuming the last bit, but heck, the plot hasn’t exactly been full of twists and turns, so I think it’s a safe bet.
Oh, and there are the obligatory cute neighbour and the dodgy, boyfriend-stealing younger sister who you know is going to sink her claws into that spunky boy next door.
The thing about weekends is you’re normally winding down from a hectic week at work and sometimes a notterribly-challenging teen drama is what your frazzled brain needs. And it is funny in parts.
‘‘ It’s like watching Mary Poppins on crystal meth,’’ bossy twin Sage says of the hired help.
‘‘ I so would have rocked my mug shot’’— Sage again, after being saved from arrest.
‘‘ It’s like we’re in this incredibly complex spy movie and Charlie is our Matt Damon,’’ nicer twin Rose says of her plan to win back her ex.
And this line about betrayal is almost worth an extra half-star: ‘‘ Brutus, Judas, Brangelina,’’ Sage says. Love it. Have I mentioned I’m a major Team Aniston supporter? That beard of Brad shows he’s clearly not happy with Angie. It’s not too late to go back, Brad. Privileged GO!, 4.30pm
Megan: Joanna Garcia.