
As we discussed earlier this week, “Don’t Trust the B—- in Apt. 23″ begins on April 11th. The bad news? The next episode of “Happy Endings” will be the last of the season (and, again, it’s going without a fresh episode of “Modern Family” as a lead-in). The good? As many of you who have already seen the pilot on Hulu can attest, “Don’t Trust the B—- in Apt. 23,” besides a clumsy title, is not a bad show. The pilot and premise are funny; whether it can be sustained is another question.
The highlight of the show, so far, is James Van Der Beek, who is playing a tongue-in-cheek version of himself who sleeps with “Dawson’s Creek” groupies and hilariously milks his faded career for all its worth. Side note: It’s not the first time a sitcom has attempted something like this. I doubt many of you remember, but there was a great, but short-lived sitcom back in 1999 called “It’s Like, You Know,” which featured Dirty Dancing’s Jennifer Grey, playing herself, and milking every ounce of comedy out of her own plastic surgery (that’s a picture of her over their on the right).
Anyway, unlike their efforts with “Happy Endings,” which eventually caught on thanks mostly to word of mouth, ABC continues to promote the hell out of “Don’t Trust The B—- in Apt. 23.” The latest is this fantastic promo with James Van Der Beek, who would like to sell you some BJs.
That’s good, Dawson. But Pacey has still got you beat.



How is it non-sustainable? Its the odd couple with a Dawson thrown on top.
Well, the initial premise, The Hammer, is that Krysten Ritter is being a bitch in an attempt to drive her roommate out and keep her first, last, and deposit. Much of the humor is in those bitchy schemes to drive out the roommate. She can’t, however, try to drive out her roommate every episode, which means that — yes — it’ll eventually morph into The Odd Couple with Dawson, but then it’s not really hewing to its premise anymore.
See I didn’t see that as the premise, I saw that as the plot for the first episode.
Agreed, Hammer, it’s quite funny and yes, while the first episode plot is “Let’s get this rube out of my apartment”, the premise of the show is really in the title: Krysten Ritter is an untrustworthy cunt who bones JVDB on the side. Boom! Renewed for ten seasons. Hell, I think that they have a reasonably amusing hit on their hands that will be competantly written for a few years before Ritter gets movie deals and starts changing her looks and suddenly we’ll all wish she would go back to that weirdly hot goth/beatnik look she has now instead of whatever Olivia Wilde’s hair stylist can come up with that makes her suddenly look all trailery parky. (YOU HEAR ME YOU SON OF A BITCH! I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE AND YOU MADE OLIVIA LOOK LIKE A TWO DOLLAR WHORE.)
Yeah, I’m pretty sure the end of the pilot episode implied that Ritter now considers the roommate a friend.
Speaking of Jennifer Grey, it’s absofuckingamazing how one simple nosejob can totally alter a person’s looks.
I’ve never met anyone who prefers Dawson to Pacey. That’d be like finding a unicorn.
I think we’d be able to find someone with a Nielsen box before we find a Dawson fan.
Somewhere in a dingy one-room apartment in New Jersey, Mark Gastineau’s ears just perked up.
Even the writers on Dawson’s Creek liked Pacey better than Dawson. Wasn’t there a season when it was almost all Pacey and Dawson would just pop in with some sort of limp b-plot?
The only way I’d buy those jeans would be if all the Bad Idea, Three-Legged, or Open-Fly jeans had already sold out.
/actually likes Van Der Beek a lot; thinks Rules of Attraction is highly underrated.