Go here for the perfect summary of the premier of David E. Kelley's girls club. Yes, it really was that silly. Like, totally!

My friends and I shared a good laugh about this new "reality-based" legal tv series. It was so ridiculous the Wall Street Journal assembled a panel (paid subscription required, 2002 WL-WSJ 3409550 on Westlaw) of single female lawyers to review the show. Working out in the gym! In broad daylight! Three associates sharing the most magnificently enormous apartment in one of the most expensive cities (San Francisco) in the country! Second-year (I'm guessing) associates running their own trials! It was just too much!

And the fainting gynecologist gag really didn't fit the tone of the show. The whole thing seemed cobbled together from Kelley's previous work. Most are quite good as far as TV goes, but don't forget about Snoops, Kelley's last stab at a show focusing on a troublesome trio of women.* A little bit of law firm, a little bit of criminal justice, and a whole lot of sex (as usual).

In truth, the reality of working in a big firm (Kelley's interpretation of a "big" firm was more like swanky medium-size) is too scary for cable tv, but maybe just right for HBO! Except it would be really, really boring.

*It took an incredible amount of willpower from me to not use my alliterative powers here. Had I so chosen, I could have also written tramp, trollop, or tart. But that wouldn't be nice.