If you were thinking Fox’s The Mick was an homage to former New York Yankee centerfielders, then congratulations, you’re already achieved 2017’s first big disappointment and can stop wasting time hoping that this year will somehow be better than the last. If, however, you’ve been wondering when the stealth obscenity “see you next Tuesday” would slip across the broadcast television DEW line, or waiting for the medium’s first Rosemary Kennedy joke, then this is the year—and perhaps the show—for you.
You know you’re about to watch something special when a network press release describes the lead character as “foul-mouthed [and] debaucherous.” (Yeah, I didn’t know it was a word, either.) That would be the title character Mick, short for McKenzie, a two-bit street hustler who makes her screen entrance by strolling through a supermarket, not just eating food off the shelves (Cheez-Whiz chased with Reddi-Whip right out of the can), but shaving under her arms and powdering her hoo-ha. Television critic Glenn Garvin takes a look at the show, along with police procedural Ransom.
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