The pilot of Mercy opened with one of those icky medical moments that made Mrs. Nat’s TV insist that I watch it some other time, when her feminine delicate self not around… and then went on to be an all-for-the-girls show.
The nurses of Mercy Hospital are too filled with the wonders of womanhood for their own good. One (the central character, who has served duty as a medic in our current conflicts) knows too damn much for her own good, one is too tough for her own good, and one is too caring for her own good (played by Michelle Trachtenberg, who still comes across as too young for any room she’s in, and too pale for any planet that has a sun.) At heart, this show doesn’t want to be ER, it wants to be Army Wives. It’s filled with conveniently interesting men who are there for love interest questions alone. And there’s nothing wrong with that, in a show for women. But it’s too blatant in what it is to be a show for me, and even that brief opening bit of ugggh material drove the one adult female here out of the room. It should rerun fine on Lifetime if it lives long enough, but I see no reason to suspect it shall.
