In a comment on my "30 Rock" post, Susan asked my opinion on "The Knights of Prosperity." I meant to review the show after it debuted (or, at the very least before it got cancelled). But have put it off because despite the fact that I like elements of the show and that every show has had a solid laugh or two in it (a very low percentile for an easy-laugher like me), something about it just simply ... simply made me hate it.

Hate it.

With the white hot passion of the nuclear furnace of a million brightly burning suns.

And I've been putting off doing a review until I could figure out what exactly it was that made me so angry with it, because, given its pedigree and style, I should like it. But I couldn't bring myself to watch more than two and a half episodes.

I certainly didn't hate all of it, though much of it could've been better. I liked the fact that this gang had an intern. He serves very much the same function, I felt, as Kenneth on "30 Rock" but without the delightfully blank aplomb Jack McBrayer brings to Kenneth. And I like Maz Jobrani (whose set was excellent, if second best, in the recent Axis-of-Evil Comedy Tour on Comedy Central), but his role as the sex-obsessed Pakistani is really only one note. Same for Rockafeller and Carmen and the relationship between Esperanza and Eugene. And I don't like Lenny Venito, either. And I don't love Donal Logue.

Simply too much between me and the few good things about this show to keep with it. I'm sorry, but apparently I'm part of the problem. The thing that still cracks me up from the series, though? They meet in a Jewish-supplies warehouse.

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[Addendum]

italisizy: You ever watch The Knights of Prosperity?

Sir Turley: not even once

italisizy: Don't bother.
I was just hoping to get another opinion before I pan it.

Sir Turley: you can pan according to Jim

italisizy: Yeah, but isn't that like panning racism?
Everybody knows it's not good and you're wrong if you like it.