Kings: Goliath

I'm halfway through the pilot, and so far am unconvinced. It is too self-indulgent: it could have been only an hour, but instead the writers let Ian McShane continue on his chicken-egg debate for three minutes... Yes, it has its share of attractive men (by which I mean two) but nothing now is begging me to continue watching. 

Sebastian Stan's character is too Chuck Bass for my tastes (Ed Westwick is enough)... but is he a gay? He seemed to delight quite a bit in making out with a woman while staring intently at a man. Ohp, he is. And Daddy's a homophobe. Super. An unfaithful homophobe with an bastard child. Best kind. 

King Ian arranged all the bad stuff... oy vey, way to overcomplicate things. And Reverend Token Black Man is not only a man of the cloth but also a prophet... okay.

Dying Brother... these "emotional scenes" are toooooooooo contrived. I can't handle it. 

And the alternate-universe-kingdom thing is taking some getting used to. As is the contrived romance and lack of chemistry between Princessy Poo and David (which I am mentally pronouncing with a Spanish accent so it sounds more like dah-veed than day-vid).  I shall call him Dah-veed Mo-lay in honor of the many moles on the right side of his face and neck.  And what a powerful moving blood speech... NOT. The whole time he was shouting, I was really hoping that they'd just shoot him. 

It's decent. The mood of this show is different that that of most of the other shows on TV right now, and so I'm  going to try to get used to it. I think I'll follow this show until its inevitable impending cancellation (and until Macullay Culkin's guest stunt is over). Sad but true. Its numbers aren't good enough, and probably won't ever be.