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What will become of the CW? It’s the question on everyone’s (read: a niche community of genre-TV enjoyers) minds. The network that was once a haven for soapy teen television and schlocky superhero fare (non-derogatory!) has come under new ownership, and new ownership is taking the CW in a new direction. Beyond…Read more...

What will ? It’s the question on everyone’s (read: a niche community of genre-TV enjoyers) minds. The network that was once a haven for soapy teen television and schlocky superhero fare (non-derogatory!) has come under new ownership, and new ownership is taking the CW in a new direction. Beyond targeting an older demographic and importing shows from Canada, it was unclear what that direction would be. Now we have an answer in the form of the first original programming for the rebooted network, : , a new CW show with an old CW face. That old face is alum Vanessa Morgan, and her familiar presence is an extremely welcome way to transition the network from its wild old ways into a gentler, more approachable era. Morgan plays plucky con artist Max, who gets busted and finds herself in an unlikely partnership with police officer Cole Ellis (Giacomo Gianniotti), solving crimes as a form of probation. Gianniotti is perfectly serviceable as the handsome and disgruntled demoted cop trying to earn his way back to a desk. But it’s Morgan who carries the show with her megawatt charm, seeing her way through every sticky situation with upbeat optimism and clearly having a ball trying on all the different personas Max employs to solve cases. Her accent work within these different personas is not exactly , but she throws herself into these roles with enough aplomb that it’s nevertheless enjoyable to watch. Wild Cards But the script leaves something to be desired and not just because of this unfortunate, immediately outdated classic rock joke: “We need to project a united front. You think walk on stage separately?” The early episodes could have been cooked up via crime-show mad libs, and the way the mysteries resolve are not particularly imaginative, bordering on lazy. The dialogue can similarly tread into procedural paint-by-numbers territory, occasionally entering into the realm of cheesy: “Jake, Jake, Jake,” Ellis sighs to himself (and his cat) at one point, looking at a picture of a murder victim. “What the hell was going on with you?” The supporting cast is mostly passable, though case-of-the-week guest stars vary in quality, and ’s Jason Priestly is a bit puzzling in his role as Max’s incarcerated con-artist father. (Again, he’s not helped by the script. Who can sell something as on the nose as, “You know our code. Screw the rich, but don’t steal from the poor”?) But the two network television veterans at the show’s center do a solid if not sparkling job of selling the show’s central odd-couple chemistry. They’re not exactly “Bones and that dude from ,” or “Castle and that hot girl,” as Max compares them, but they’re turning out a perfunctory procedural partnership. Likewise, the character of Max is fun, but she isn’t as immediately iconic as some other crime-show con artists. She can spout as many pop-culture references as she likes, but she’s no Shawn Spencer from . , however, may be the key to understanding and what’s going on at its network. It seems that the CW in 2024 would like to be the USA Network in the early aughts. , , , —those are all the kind of easy-watch procedurals that barely exist on television anymore. They don’t even exist on the USA Network! For all the many, many options we have in terms of shows, the mid-level episodic procedural has fallen out of favor to glossy, highly serialized productions. Yet there is a market for the old ways, as evidenced by the on streaming. People still want what some would call : that are engaging, but not particularly taxing on the mind. Enter , a show that is just fine. It is not reinventing the wheel, nor is it even coming anywhere close to perfecting the wheel, at least in these first couple of episodes. But it’s hitting those old familiar beats that are enjoyable, even soothing, to watch, with very pleasant and likable characters at its core. Don’t expect something as sharp as or as mysteriously compelling as , but this is certified laundry-folding TV. With some time and care, it could easily find its own groove. And while fans of the may be disappointed by this outcome—Morgan’s involvement aside, couldn’t hold a candle to the kind of —this is not bad territory for the network to stake a claim on, nor is it that much of a stretch from its former slate. The CW was always a home for television’s middle class, and though USA-style shows may be a different neighborhood, they’re at least in the same county. Perhaps it’s too much to hope that the CW, a typically troubled network, could revive an entire ailing genre of television, especially when the new regime’s first big swing was to . But suggests the broadcaster is moving in a positive and pleasingly recognizable direction, one that has a proven audience. We’ll see if the series, and the network, manages to stick the landing. Read more