House just isn’t House anymore, leading one to believe that the CIA may have kidnapped the real House and left some hapless, needy copy in his place. I watched an entire episode during which I gained more knowledge from the advertisements than from the story. (Did you know that the human brain on average has a new thought every 1.2 seconds? That was in an automotive ad, possibly from Kia.) In the past two weeks all I have learned from the show itself is that House does not like cats and has excellent dental health.
It was almost bad enough to make me want to watch those urban rednecks in the sitcom on the other network.