The addition of The Big C to Showtime's lineup (10:30 p.m. ET Monday) brings Laura Linney, a fabulous actress, to a network already boasting several excellent shows in which they star: Edie Falco in Nurse Jackie, Toni Collette in The United States of Tara, Mary-Louise Parker in Weeds. But while Linney belongs in that august company, The Big C does not...
The show is worth watching, to sample, but only because of Linney's lead performance. It's textured, and subtle, and believable -- which most other elements of The Big C are not.
The Big C stars Linney as Cathy, a wife, mother and high-school teacher who receives a diagnosis of terminal cancer. It's a big idea for a series, but The Big C, created by Darlene Hunt, aims small.
Prior to that diagnosis, she endured, for the most part, the overt hostility of her slacker son (Gabriel Basso), the spoiled selfishness of her childish husband (Oliver Platt), the aggressive indifference of her bored students (especially Gabourey Sidibe), the snarling rudeness of her unfriendly neighbor (Phyllis Somerville), and the taunting insults of her homeless brother (John Benjamin Hickey). After the diagnosis, she begins to become more spontaneous, outspoken and unpredictable.
The show itself, in its first three episodes, is not so much unpredictable as unbelievable. The homeless brother, the sassy student, the crabby neighbor -- the actors can't elevate these parts, as written, above cartoon caricatures, even though they struggle to do so. Before creating The Big C, one of Hunt's biggest credits was writing a few scripts for 90210. The remake. And The Big C, arguably, doesn't have THAT show's depth.
But it does have Linney, who played Abigail Adams in HBO's John Adams, and has shone in a string of intelligent, mostly independent feature films (Love Actually, Mystic River), and in a recurring role as one of Kelsey Grammer's few serious girlfriends on NBC's Frasier. She deserves a TV series of her own to show off, and take advantage of, her talent -- but The Big C isn't it. Cancer survivors may find some of the humor lazy and offensive, but so may everyone else.
Preceding The Big C on the Showtime lineup is the sixth-series premiere of Weeds (10 p.m. ET), and the difference between the two shows is obvious.
Mary-Louise Parker, too, is a marvelously believable actress -- one of my favorite TV performers, period. In Weeds, no matter how extreme and outrageous the plots get -- and they get plenty outrageous -- Parker's own reactions of incredulity, desperation and frustration, as out-of-control, drug-dealing single parent Nancy, sell the concept and keep things moving.
She also has a fabulous supporting cast around her, which keeps Weeds entertaining and fast-moving. And moving, not for the first time, is indeed the key word.
Once again this season, the program is rebooting itself, leaving Mexico, this time, because Nancy's son -- picking right up from last season's cliffhanger -- has just murdered a woman with a croquet mallet. Don't ask. Just watch. And enjoy.
With The Big C, you may as well watch. But except for Linney's performance, and Platt's, don't expect to enjoy.
You can hear my reviews of The Big C and Weeds on Monday's Fresh Air with Terry Gross on NPR. Or you can go to the Fresh Air website and both read and hear my review by clicking HERE.