Other times its more like an urban Grapes of Wrath, poignantly chronicling the desperation wrought by economic ruin. And sometimes it seems to be a harrowing populist jihad on the corrupting power of money. In a world where Nielsen viewers often seem to have been culled from a clinical study of attention-deficit disorder sufferers, Lucky 7 may need to settle on a single narrative.
Certainly it has the potential. The employees of the Gold Star Gas N Shop who go together on a weekly lottery ticket daydream about using the money for everything from college educations to fat farms to fending off loan sharks and even corporate takeovers. As they soon discover, though, life is what happens while youre making plans. And its not always pretty, even when youve got a lot of money.
Speaking of not pretty brings us to The Goldbergs, a misbegotten remake of The Wonder Years with Jewish characters or, rather, Jewish clichés. From the overweening mom barging into a bathroom to make sure her teenage son has washed his butt to the perennially distempered dad (For someone so smart, you sure act like an idiot!), The Goldbergs runs the gamut from stale to sour.
Another supposedly autobiographical sitcom, the show stars newcomer Sean Giambrone a pleasantly geeky kid who surely deserved better than this as an 11-year-old version of series creator Adam Goldberg, engaged in the small adventures of suburban life in the 1980s. But the largely manufactured nostalgia cannot overcome a script that, when it isnt recycling Borscht Belt jokes from 1957, relies heavily on bleeped obscenities.
If its remembered at all after its quick disappearance which, no matter how abrupt, will not have come soon enough The Goldbergs will likely be known as the show in which George Segals career was officially pronounced dead. When, at age 79, you find youve gone from co-starring with Richard Burton in Whos Afraid Of Virginia Woolf to playing a creepy old man giving his 11-year-old grandson lessons in how to cop a feel, that bell is tolling for you.