I wasn't sure after one episode.
I wasn't sure after two episodes.
I was pretty sure after three episodes.
After 10 minutes of episode four, I'm certain.
Medical dramas are rarely my thing. I enjoyed this year's Brilliant Minds, but that's the first one I've liked at all in a long, long time.
The much praised House was about as close as I've come to enjoying a medical drama in years and it wore thin after a few episodes for me. It was a medical take on Sherlock Holmes and even that twist didn't really draw me in. When I watch a detective procedural, once the who/why/how is revealed, I get a sense of "aha" from the resolution. In a medical drama, I hardly ever get that because the culprit is rarely anything I can grasp as a layman.
Watson is yet another medical take on the Holmes mythology that just didn't work for me. I like Morris Chestnut, but the cast around him (except Richie Coster as Shinwell - chef's kiss that guy!) is so painfully "built by writer's room sub-committee" as to be laughable. Making the sidekick the leader of this band of ridiculous misfits is a risky strategy and in this case...
Moving on.
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