This show is Disney at its lowest. We all know not to expect too much from a Disney Channel series, but where "Good Luck, Charlie" was saved by better-than-usual writing, and an extremely likable cast led by Leigh-Allyn Baker, and Jason Dolley; "Liv and Maddie" has neither. And for some inexplicable reason, the youngest son is Tibetan, with skin five shades darker than his parents and siblings.
It's an awful show, filled with writers who are sleepwalking through their jobs, built-in ain't-gonna-catch-on phrases (like the "Bam! What?" spouted by the sports-loving Maddie), terribly cast parents, and the conceit of having the characters have a few moments of alone time talking directly to the camera ala Woody Allen films. It's just plain horrible. The best part (and that's saying A LOT) of the show is the elder brother who doesn't totally stink. His nerdy role is a dime a dozen, of course, but he could grow into the role and turn out to be the only reason to tune in.
For a bar that's pretty low to begin with, how Disney couldn't pass over it without stumbling awfully is pretty darn remarkable. Remarkably horrid.
It's an awful show, filled with writers who are sleepwalking through their jobs, built-in ain't-gonna-catch-on phrases (like the "Bam! What?" spouted by the sports-loving Maddie), terribly cast parents, and the conceit of having the characters have a few moments of alone time talking directly to the camera ala Woody Allen films. It's just plain horrible. The best part (and that's saying A LOT) of the show is the elder brother who doesn't totally stink. His nerdy role is a dime a dozen, of course, but he could grow into the role and turn out to be the only reason to tune in.
For a bar that's pretty low to begin with, how Disney couldn't pass over it without stumbling awfully is pretty darn remarkable. Remarkably horrid.