DIANNE BUTLER OUT OF THE BOX
YOU’RE going to look at Happy Endings and think, I don’t know, pricey massage? Or Friends. Please don’t. It’s better than that. Edgier. But I expect a fairly major viewer drop-off after The X-factor final tonight. I’m afraid I can’t see a lot of six-year-olds and their grandmothers digging this show.
The group configuration covers almost everything: gay dude who’s blokey enough to be included in beer drinking and football watching. Terminally single chick. Sensitive guy coming off a bad break-up. The girl who dumped him. Her Type A sister, her relaxed husband. Nobody’s made a new friend in 11 years. Couldn’t. The guy and the girl who split up, Dave and Alex, and the whole will-they- get-back-together-again saga, is the hook here, but Happy Endings is a pointless sitcom, the way they’re meant to be. Plus it’s funny. Let me give you a for instance. Alex (Elisha Cuthbert) has to find a flatmate — in tonight’s second episode — and sister Jane is begging to take over the vetting. I’m just saying you may not be the best judge of character, she tells her. Cut to
Broken up: Elisha Cuthbert