You didn't miss much, but I'm a angry at blogger for being a bastard.
The show uses actual locations in Silver Lake for both establishing shots and some interior scenes. It's disconcerting to see restaraunts, bars and street corners I've urinated on filled with TV people and their straight, white teeth.
Overall, it seems like it was written by people who drove through the neighborhood once on their way to Santa Monica and West Hollywood or other places where assholes live.
Take some Melrose Place, mix it with Reality Bites(!) and throw in a carbon-copy of Desperate Housewives narration, and you get the gist. Robyn and I called every single plot point for the entire hour, as well as how the rest of the season would unfold were the show to be on for more than a month. It won't be. Trust me. By the end, I'm convinced Robyn and I were the only two people in the country still watching.
The transitions between scenes were all those clanging, whirring, super-saturated, time-lapse things you do on a computer, because I guess we used up the nation's supply of star-wipes and spin cuts in the 1970s.
You can tell a show is bad when they try and inject life in it by screwing with the transitions. It's like your TV is screaming at you: "LOOOOK!!!! THE SCENE IS CHANGING!!!!!! HERE IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT FOR YOU!!!!!" I'm not fooled.
Also, this one guy had a really funny looking head. That's why he's wearing a hat:
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