'Til Death

CAST

Brad Garrett as "Eddie Stark": An unfunny knobjockey who ponces about like he's not the retarded offspring of Andre the Giant and Frankenstein's Bride.

That shithead from American Pie who sweats too much as "Jeff Woodcock": A guy who, like his actors real world personality, plays the "Hugh Grant stammering dickshitter card" in order to cover up the fact that he possesses the world's single largest pedo smirk.

Joely Fisher as "Joey Stark": Eddie's wife. Always correct. Makes smart remarks whilst waggling her index finger. The type of TV wife who, if it weren't for the fact that she was in possibly the wrost sitcom since "Joey", you'd be absolutely certain she spends most of her days straddling the 17 year old pool boy whilst her old man works himself into a heart attack at 38. Confident. Independent. Formulaic. Fucking boring.

J.B. Smoove as the aptly named "Some shitforbrains I don't fucking care about": Dude went from Curb Your Enthusiasm to this shitstorm. Enough said.

SYNOPSIS

Newlyweds move in next door to a long time married couple, and all seems well. But then, a series of entirely unhilarious events unfold, complete with humour on the same level as poorly timed "That's what she said!" or "Don't go there, girlfriend!" jokes. Then somehow a thinly veiled plot premise is revealed enabling each episode to barely limp over the 22 minute line.

The end result is a TV experience that leaves you wanting to chug the drain cleaner from under the sink and throw battery acid on your face so you can sit in front of a mirror and watch the flesh slowly melt away from the bone in a scene eerily reminiscent of the grand Nazi unveiling ceremony from Raiders of the Lost Ark.

For that would be an infinitely more interesting experience than this useless fucking piece of televisual bile.

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