What is likely NBC's biggest clunker of the season is plopped into the "Will & Grace"-"ER" Thursday hammock, benefiting neither show. Based on "Good Morning, Miami's" opening dud of a joke, viewers may be hitting the remote in droves to escape the banality of what appears to be the Peacock's version of "The Jeff Zucker Story."
What is likely NBC’s biggest clunker of the season is plopped into the “Will & Grace”-“ER” Thursday hammock, benefiting neither show. Based on “Good Morning, Miami’s” opening dud of a joke, viewers may be hitting the remote in droves to escape the banality of what appears to be the Peacock’s version of “The Jeff Zucker Story.” It’s hard to believe Zucker inherited anything this dreadful when he got his start on a Miami ayemer.
“Good Morning, Miami” is the name of an ayem talker that’s lingering in the ratings cellar. It’s hardly surprising — the co-hosts hate each other, a nun delivers the weather and the current producer is a timid freak incapable of a decision. Enter Jake Silver (Mark Feuerstein), a hotshot producer from Boston who takes the interview as an excuse to visit his gambling-addicted and trash-talking grandmother (Suzanne Pleshette).
Ready to head home, Silver is dumbstruck and smitten with hair dresser Dylan (Ashley Williams), choosing instead to deal with the lunatics on the “Miami” staff in the name of winning her love. Eventually he learns she’s dating the self-absorbed, 12-stepping anchor Gavin Stone (Matt Letscher) and despite his intuition to take a new job in Chicago, he finds himself up for the challenge of winning Dylan’s heart.
Humor is the usual mix of self-deprecation for some and sexual humor for others. Pleshette, as grandma Claire, has the primetime equivalent of a gutter mouth, but at least her comic timing is such that the material and not her acting offends. The material is too overbooked with sex jokes to generate any care for these characters. Add to that a thorough lack of chemistry among the cast — Feuerstein shows emotion as if he’s attached to the Clapper — and it comes out in desperate need of a rewrite and re-casting.
Williams displays a winning coyishness, but she’s hardly in the position to carry this sitcom.
Offensive on so many levels is Tessie Santiago’s character, the dimwitted anchor Lucia Rojas-Klein. Her habit of repeating everything her TV partner says — despite her total disdain of him — is only annoying when held up against the stereotype of a Latina diva she plays. The Lucia character is obnoxious, and Santiago plays her out of control — imagine Lucy and Ricky Ricardo rolled into a single inflated ego.
Letscher doesn’t do much better with Gavin Stone, who’s as big a joke as Ted Baxter in his WJM days. The overly animated Jere Burns is stuck with the all too obvious role of station manager Frank Alfano, and Brooke Dillman, who appears deadpan at first as the weather-casting Sister Brenda, is — surprise — as gruff as the rest of ’em.