I saw Starved tonight (last night, technically).
I wasn't too impressed.
Imagine "a very special episode of Seinfeld," dealing with eating disorders. Other than the female character reacting to her fathers (yes, plural), none of the major characters seems to have any real pathos, or capacity for pathos. I don't care about any of them, they are just there as, well, character studies. Which is why I never really liked Seinfeld, none of the characters had any depth.
Of course, with Starved, you get to see a guy crawling along a floor after an interrupted colonic, spraying water behind him.
That is all.
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