Tonight's takeaway: You're better off letting secrets in the open.
Really now? I heard someone go.
What I like about the show: You've got a bit of everything, from fumbly wannabe doctors to medical adrenaline to restrained romance. My favourite character? George, the lovable loser. The rest? Izzie's beautiful but too self-righteous, Meredith's insecure, and Cristina's too angsty.
Review off CNN.com:
Bedside manner assumes a whole new meaning on ABC's doctor dramedy "Grey's Anatomy" -- what with interns babysitting severed penises, elevators doubling as boudoirs, syphilis running rampant among the staff, and the whole series opening with a crucial one-night stand.
Add narration that's more Carrie Bradshaw than Baudelaire ("By the time the pain of not doing a thing gets worse than the fear of doing it, it can feel like ... a giant tumor") and you've got "Sex and the City" for the stethoscope set. (Patrick Dempsey's Dr. McDreamy may as well be code for Mr. Big.)
The always-awed Meredith Grey (Renee Zellweger doppelganger Ellen Pompeo) and a stock supporting cast-asexual lug, callous cad, blond bombshell, and nakedly ambitious go-getter (Golden Globe winner Sandra Oh) -- beguilingly bear the panic and pitfalls of the surgical intern experience.
Even with outrageous cases typical of every prime-time hospital series (a guy shoots seven nails into his head, a tumor tops 50 pounds), "Season One" manages, with snark and sex appeal, to save itself from wonky patient-of-the-week sentimentality (sorry, "ER").
EW Grade: B+