It took a while for me to get there, but now I am fully absorbed in the frothy, sexy, taut and ridiculous melodrama that is ABC's Revenge.
So many of the new fall shows targeted at women were completely terrible: Charlie's Angels, Whitney, The Playboy Club. Prime Suspect wasn't bad, but got canceled anyway. I really tried to get into Ringer, I did. I swear. 2 Broke Girls and New Girl are pretty good, but 11 episodes in, I think Revenge just might be the winner. And it's interesting, because the show isn't a "new twist" on a concept. It's not meta. It doesn't relentlessly mock hipsters, or try and prove how cool it is. In fact, it's pretty simple: A young woman moves to a wealthy community (The Hamptons), where folks welcome her, not knowing she's only there to exact revenge on those who have destroyed her family. The roots of this plot reach back to 1844, when Alexandre Dumas (the grandson of a French nobleman and a Haitian slave) finished his epic novel The Count Of Monte Cristo. (And probably further — there were Ancient Greek tragedies about revenge.)