TV review: Franklin & Bash

Staff Writer
Columbus Alive

Jared Franklin (an annoying Breckin Meyer) and Peter Bash (Mark-Paul Gosselaar) will take any case. But don’t let their trashy lawyer facade — doling out business cards at car accidents, etc. — fool you. They’re successful. Double ugh.

The (un)dynamic duo gets their client a windfall settlement over a boobalicious mattress advertisement that causes fender benders, and they’re offered a job at a big-time firm.

Bash wants to take it to impress his ex-girlfriend and prove he’s matured — even though he stills enjoys having “Killzone” marathons and calculating the possibility of bedding celebrities.

Franklin doesn’t because he hates authority and refuses to follow in his famous trial lawyer father’s footsteps. He’s basically an impish tool.

Viewers are expected to consider the lawyers’ douchebaggery cute and playful while ignoring the completely unrealistic legal stuff.

This could be forgivable — even funny in a satirical sense — but it’s played as if these two are noble heroes fighting for the underdogs. The effect is a trite and grating experience with terrible lines such as, “I don’t shadow. I cast shadows.”

It feels like this mess was written by adolescents with frat-boy futures and directed by a cleavage-obsessed man-child.

Make it legal:

"Franklin & Bash"

Premieres Wednesday, June 1 at 9 p.m. on TNT

1 star