An irreverent sportscaster, pressured by his boss to join a support group because he can't move forward after the death of his wife, finds connection with the extremely varied members.
[I]t's a promising premise that's wasted on too many weird Matthew Perry faces and unfunny pop culture references to ever become anything meaningful or entertaining.
Go On obviously won't be off the charts ratings-wise, as Friends was for most of its run. It might settle in, though, with Perry still a solidly capable comedic actor looking to nest a while.
By the end I was convinced that the joke is actually on us, that in order to empathize with these people they had to make you depressed with the wasted potential in the pilot.
Thank you, NBC, for banking on some commercially sustainable percentage of us to be grown-ups. The bad news? You've hedged. It's as though you've said yes to death so long as everything around that death is comforting and derivative.
