Save Me
Save Me is a remarkably strange show, made even stranger by where it airs. There has been much said over the last twelve months – the show was shelved this time last year and remained unscheduled until now – about how Save Me is an obvious refugee from Showtime’s old model, which was established by now NBC head Bob Greenblatt, but I think that’s an oversimplification. Certainly those elements are present here – it’s a cutting high-concept comedy about a middle-aged female anti-hero housewife – but they are tempered with the affectations and animus of a regular Network sitcom, which is what makes the show seem far stranger. Save Me is torn between two worlds: torn apart tonally, conceptually and characteristically which makes it interesting to watch, but only in the way that Vicious was, as an oddity rather than something that stands on merits of its own.










