So as to mete out my disillusionment with network television more slowly and painfully, I reviewed the network pilots over the course of the last two weeks, leaving reviews of some of the lesser profile shows for week two. Two of those shows, unfortunately, were cancelled before the end of those two weeks (“Lone Star” was the first). I only managed to see half of NBC’s “My Generation” before it’d been cancelled (I held off, assuming the shitcanning was in the works after its first week’s ratings). And unsurprisingly, for a show that’s been cancelled already, I didn’t actively dislike “My Generation.” I didn’t even get a real opportunity to loathe it. It had an interesting conceit: A documentary show, which had followed ten graduating high schoolers, picked up their lives again ten years later. Things that happened in the present day were given context by intercutting footage from a decade ago.
It could’ve been decent. Or it could’ve been television ear wax. Alas, we’ll never know, as ABC gave the show its walking papers the morning after its second airing, giving viewers one more reason not to bother with network television until a show has already been established.