Watercooler: Charm-Free Agents

Hank Azaria and Kathryn Hahn Eesh. Shall we be designed to such as these people? Last evening, NBC did itself no favors by premiering Free Agents immediately after its much-more pleasant effort, Up Through The Night. Discuss suffering in comparison. Whereas the Applegate-Arnett comedy has charm, potential and Maya Rudolph, this Hank Azaria factor had... Hank Azaria's chest. Seriously, individuals jarringly hairless guy-mounds must have become a mention within the credits between your opening bed room scene which way-too clingy t-shirt he was sporting immediately after. Oh, Agents also had the fabulous Kathryn Hahn, who is capable of doing a lot more than just hamming up like a widow vulnerable to sleeping with Azaria's desperate divorcee if not guzzling wine and making by helping cover their portraits of her dead fiancé. With different British fave, the united states adaptation - about spin doctors in a PR firm staffed by grotesquely annoying stereotypes such as the prerequisite lothario along with a bitchy secretary who may really inspire self-hurting among audiences - wants us to determine Azaria's neurotic as in some way appealing. However the writing just reduces him to some metrosexual Woodsy Allen without any backbone as well as less game (crying after sex?!), which sucks, because Azaria is generally a wholly likeable artist. Include the wasted talents of Hahn and Anthony Stewart Mind, here reprising his United kingdom role because the strangely lascivious boss, and honestly, we are thinking they ought to all fire their Agents. Have you watch Free Agents? And most importantly, can you again? Sign up for TV Guide Magazine now!