You know you're in trouble when a duet with a wheezing, shouty-voiced Liza is the most memorable thing in the show. It was so ghastly, it bordered on parody of a bad variety show.
Where was, say, Bruce Villanch material? Where was a whiff of a concept? Why was Alec Baldwin, looking like an unemployed history teacher (the Rober Hall look is a mistake), on the scene to chat about LIE exits? Why have men sniff your cleavage? Why do a double entendre with Clay Aiken about being gay aAnd have it go into wink-wink-ville with no payoff (couldn't HE sniff your cleavage and get a joke out of it, maybe)? Why talk about your teen son's 6 pack abs and use his adoption as a basis for a joke? Why do any of this, especially the night before Thanksgiving? And I'm a fan. A new low. A dreadful setback. A series? Not on your life. Sad.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling