Save Me

Anyone who knows anything about the background of lead actor Anne Heche will find it a bit uncomfortably on the nose when she starts ranting about being "touched by God." No doubt the actor's personal history was meant to be a postmodern touch of irony. Instead, it just adds extra discomfort to the full load already onscreen. The Harpers are not nice people. They snipe at each other and ignore their daughter, who fills the affection gap with "booty calls" from a horny neighbor.

The people who fill their world are not nice, either. Neighbors gossip endlessly about Beth and avoid her, though Beth manages to bridge the gap a little by giving one neighbor advice to give her husband more oral sex. Magically, that solves all the couple's marital problems, and the husband raves to his friends how awesome his life is now. Ugh, ugh, and more ugh. If all this were funnier, we could forgive the crudity and meanness; if it were sweeter, we could forgive the lack of laughs. Instead, what we have her is sitcom fakery of the worst kind: People acting unlike real people for laughs that never arrive. What a waste of a talented cast.