We Are Men

The show is not a snarky sendup of loveless nerds or callous swingers; it’s a fairly gentle comedy about burnouts who call themselves a band of brothers.

There's nothing terribly memorable about it other than the appeal of the cast members. And that was earned from previous films and shows.

It's the male Sex and the City, with more shirtless scenes (courtesy of Jerry O'Connell) and way less wit.

Like the dullest of origin stories, it all seems pretty perfunctory, a series that longs to be a shaggy hangout show shoehorned into a rickety single-camera framework that may as well be called How I Left Your Mother.

Tepid stuff.

These Men of no certain age and character aren't so much bad influences as terribly unfunny company.

The existence of this comedy, which pretends to be brash but mainly succeeds in being more offensive, unfunny and predictable than Dads, told me that we have angered the gods.