... it's not entirely her fault. It's clear she was badly miscast, presumably to help fulfill some ethnic-diversity requirement, and she sounds as if she was poorly dubbed. Her lifeless, beady-eyed expression never changes.

The two male leads are considerably more fun to watch. But Martin Short's aging-showbiz-loser character -- animated, garrulous, bubbly, and soft -- comes off as gay (that's what he would be in real life), so it's weird to see him visiting his adult son, and even weirder that the son is another example of nonwhite casting. Implausible.

Steve Martin's character makes more sense, but he's also the series' creator, and so it's probably his fault that, from the start, the story tends to drag. Even, for example, in the first episode -- an episode that really ought to hook us -- the camera lingers on him as he delivers a tedious, uninterrupted monologue about his past; Gomez is given one too, equally tedious; and... Well, put it this way: When Larry David, in the latest season of his own series, gets bored and impatient with what someone is saying, he begins humming the music that's played at the Academy Awards when an Oscar recipient's speech drones on too long. He even whips out his cell phone and plays it on that. All too often I had the same reaction, hearing Gomez and Martin.

I genuinely wanted to like this series (partly since it was filmed in my neighborhood), but as with other disappointed viewers on this site, I feel as if my time has been wasted.