Anchorwoman turns out to be entertaining--even as it indicts the local TV news operation it pretends to value.

Anchorwoman is the sort of trailer-park television you wouldn't mark your calendar to watch each week, but if you channel-surfed across it, you couldn't help but watch.

It's got some charm and there's some humor here, too--mstly at Jones' expense. But seriously, don't you have something better to do tonight?

Jones plays her clichéd role to the hilt, which is clear early on, when she paints her toenails pink while driving her car.

Hr stupidity's a put-on (for her sake, I hope so), as is this entire show, whose concept is so convoluted that Fox had to devise a clumsy new term--"a comedy/reality hybrid"--to describe it.

Anchorwoman isn’t much of a reality show, because most of the conflict is contrived.

The result is a "partially scripted reality show" (whatever that means) that edits scenes so as to make people look ridiculous while clashing over artificial constructs.