Anyway, The Nine is watchable if not brilliant. Though I spend most of it staring at Tim Daly wishing he were still devious brilliant sexy-as-hell Harlan Judd from the late lamented in-the-same-damn-time-slot Eyes instead of cranky cop/gambling addict Nick. (Aside: How amusing is it that the brothers from Wings ended up in the two most-buzzed dramas of the new season? Somewhere, Crystal Bernard is pissed.) But in the past couple of episodes I've noticed something that makes it much more entertaining and relatable to me:
The Nine is just like LiveJournal.
Think about it. You have something that happened, only no one's quite sure what, and you have to try and put the pieces together by looking at everyone's version of events. You're not sure who knows what because you don't know who's on which filter and you're not sure who's not supposed to be told about what's on the filter and then there's the bigmouth who forgets about filters and blabs to everyone that somebody's pregnant. In the same vein, you also have the competing social events and you can't remember who's been invited to them and who's persona non grata and who's blowing them off to go have sex. Then there's the guy who can't check his LJ because he's in jail so he doesn't know what the hell's going on. And finally, you have a poll on whether someone should live or die. See? Just like LiveJournal.