I had a brief and very passionate love affair with The Pipettes slightly before and around the release of their album. I remember hearing »I Like A Boy in Uniform (School Uniform)» and taking notice before this, but I promptly forgot about them until »Your Kisses Are Wasted on Me» hit me like an H-Bomb. I went to see them perform, danced and loved every second of it. And then, I forgot them again.
But every now and then, like today, one of their songs make an appearance on my Shuffle, and I smile fondly, remembering that summer fling, wishing it’d never ended.
No, just no no no no - a million times no. I’m just glad that David Greenwalt is no longer involved, so his good name is not sullied with this horrible Vampire-PI-in-L.A. show when there’s already a much better one that you should own on DVD.
Ah, Tyler Labine, playing the same character he has for the last ten years. And with the same hair style too. That hardly matters, because Reaper is perfectly fine for what it is: an enjoyable 60-minute diversion.
You might compare it to House if you must, but whereas House is saved from being bog standard medical drama by an interesting and funny asshole of a main character, Life’s equivalent, the damaged cop Crews, is an annoying concoction of weird ticks and tacked-on zen philosophy.
