Glib ensemble effort fairly screams "TV Pilot!," but there's nothing in "Rennie's Landing" that hasn't already been exhausted on screens both large and small. An attractive cast -- tube and teenpic vets every one -- and sunny lensing mean it will at least land at cheaper end of the cable dial.
Glib ensemble effort fairly screams “TV Pilot!,” but there’s nothing in “Rennie’s Landing” that hasn’t already been exhausted on screens both large and small. An attractive cast — tube and teenpic vets every one — and sunny lensing mean it will at least land at cheaper end of the cable dial.
Helmer-scripter Marc Fusco, a personal assistant to Steven Spielberg, brings visual energy but very little imagination to this “Little Chill” tale of young pals who leave the titular (and real) bar of their Oregon college town only to end up in L.A. within a few years. Characters are at that callow age, and the thesps preen and pose while issuing predigested youth patter. Nominal lead Peter Facinelli, as the materialist brought down by an inoperable brain tumor, is likewise afflicted by a fatal dose of Tom Cruisitis: He’s forever sputtering and finger-pointing like a poor-man’s Jerry Maguire. Charlotte Ayana and Scott Foley hit slightly more original notes as a kind-hearted social worker and the hunk who secretly loves her. Nothing but script contrivance binds this group, so Fusco has them bond over a botched bank heist! Nuff said?