Three Rivers

Three Rivers seems to trust the drama of its subject matter, the appeal of its characters and the talent of its cast enough to go gently into this Sunday night.

As assembly-line products go, Three Rivers isn't half bad.

Unlike crime dramas, when the body is usually cleanly dead, by its very nature Three Rivers lingers on the processes of death and near-death at both ends of the story. Just how many poignant farewells can an audience take?

It's not great, it's not awful. It's an adequate, conventional CBS-y medical drama about transplant surgeons set at Pittsburgh's fictional Three Rivers Regional Medical Center.

The supporting cast is diverse, but uniformly bland. Three Rivers isn’t as laughably awful as NBC’s "Mercy," but it’s possibly more forgettable.

Three Rivers plays like a show that was put together in one made up of transplant advocates.

Daniel Henney is the new handsomest man on TV and it's a pleasure to watch him walk the halls in scrubs. But even he can't make me believe what Three Rivers is selling. For that, I'd need a brain transplant.