Tuesday Night Book Club

The show isn't all that different from Bravo's recent Real Housewives of Orange County, although the production values are much higher--everything has an expensive, carefully lit feminine gloss that perfectly matches the homemakers. [19 Jun 2006, p.37]

Some will find it appalling. Others just may find it appallingly addictive.

This show isn't diverting enough to be a guilty pleasure, but it has a professional sheen that makes it more like a drama than a reality series.

"Book Club" is one of those "wink, wink, nudge, nudge" series. You know, the kind that promote themselves as giving unvarnished looks into real-life issues facing women in a variety of situations but that mostly exist to exploit them.

Since these "Book Club" women do not seem inclined either to read or discuss their books, my advice is to follow their example - and neither watch nor discuss "Tuesday Night Book Club."

Going above and beyond what is miserable about most reality television, "Tuesday Night Book Club" on CBS is a deeply depressing show.

Every moment of this repugnant product is absolutely precious, if you have a fetish for counterfeit emotions, Tupperware cheeks, ice-pick fingernails, and "real women" who can cry on cue -- without spoiling their makeup.