A brief note (honest) on Dollhouse

Dollhouse: It's Joe 90 with boobs! I'm going to give this series the benefit of the doubt and stick with it for a few episodes. For one thing, I expect that Joss Whedon fully understands the pitfalls both of having a main character with no personality and of having star/producer Eliza Dushku play that role, and that he has more up his sleeve than was evident in the pilot episode. Dushku was great amid Buffy's large ensemble cast, but, perhaps unfairly, I'm skeptical of her ability to carry this series, especially when having to convincingly portray the wildly varying personae that the premise seems to require that her character be inhabited by. But by far the most negative aspect of watching Dollhouse -- one that's no fault of the series itself -- was the lame "come and get it, boys" promos featuring Dushku and Terminator's Summer Glau that Fox pushed at every commercial break -- as compelling an argument for me finally breaking down and getting Tivo as there has ever been. Clearly the network is aiming this series not only at horny teenage boys, but specifically at those horny teenage boys who are home at 9pm on a Friday night. I think a co-sponsorship by Kleenex and Lubriderm would nicely complete the package.