Big Love: Season 1

Everything went well until I accidentally watched the last two episodes out of order. But scrambled story aside, an interesting effort. I haven't decided yet whether the show's premise is clever or contrived, and I still have doubts about the general good faith of a series that exploits the obvious under the promise and protection of its certain concealed complexity, but Big Love kept my attention well enough for me to ignore the psychotic rabbit chewing on my shoe and to look forward to some closure with the second season. Besides, the American family is in need of redefinition, even if it has to happen on T.V., cynically, with too much Viagra and--yuck--Bill Paxton.