Too bad. Starter Wife, which I so enjoyed in its first week, has completely degenerated into an unrecognizable soap opera. Instead of dealing with the issue of divorce and separation in any realistic way (there were at least a few moments of truth in the first episode), we find our heroine falling in love with a homeless man, the head of a movie studio missing, and an odd assortment of people moving into her beach house.
Divorce isn't entertaining, but couldn't they have interjected some elements of realism into Episode Two? Ah, well. This new development will free up my Thursday evenings.