It is a chain of events that epitomizes the path of Jackie Peyton, a nurse trying to escape chaotic menstruation. It seems that this girl is trying to save lives in the hectic New York City Hospital. This girl is still facing various challenges in order to find a balance between the requirements of her frantic job and a set of dramas she always faces.
Jackie isn't the only reason to watch Nurse Jackie. There's a lot to like here: From the slow, woozy rain of painkiller granules, to the fuzzy haze of Jackie's world post-bump, the show just looks really good.
This is a character study, and the pleasures are in the performances, chiefly Falco's as a person more strung-out than Dr. House and more crackling than an impatient diner waitress.
At times, there's a dangerous undercurrent of anti-sentimentality, a risk of sentimentalizing curmudgeonliness itself. But for all these flaws, I still found the series excitingly ambitious - funny, sexy, strange.
Struggles to strike a consistent tone, switching between the more issues-based, authentic medical drama of shows like the BBC's Bodies and the more flighty episodic comedy of Scrubs. Fortunately, Falco is spot on.
The sorts of moral dilemmas that would take up an entire episode of Grey's Anatomy - organ donation, assisted suicide - pass by here without a blink. Characters make their choices, then move on. This is a show about consequences, not actions.
