Remember the early days of HOUSE, when Jesse Spencer was cute? And almost cool? Well, that’s all over now, baby.
And so is CHICAGO FIRE, at least in the munchman abode. Even My Girlfriend has had enough.
Or to put it another way:
Lots of fires mercifully interrupted by sentimental cliches about the human condition.
Sentimental cliches about the human condition mercifully interrupted by lots of fires.
Just crossed this one off the DVR list.
This baby’s as dead as Mrs. O’Leary’s cow. (And the amazingly dumb idea behind the goat crest that one of the characters – rightfully – wanted to erase from Engine 81.)