Okay, quick plot synopsis: Disgraced-but-talented doctor, on the skids, saves someone's life in an emergency, attracting the attention and patronage of a clientele that has need for private and discrete medical attention.
"Royal Pains" seems like someone tried to put a "feel-good" twist on Playing God, as well as building a cast of loveable and quirky characters who could stand up to weeks of medical crises, emotional sturm und drang, and various schemes by that irrepressible Paulo Costanzo (last seen on "Friends" spin-off "Joey").
I'm not going to say I didn't like it. It had some promise for a diverting summer series. It also has some promise to be a carnival of cliché that batters our heads around like a frozen wiffle bat. It walked this fine line between bad camp and good dramedy, and I really have to credit that to the writers, because just about everyone in it except Feuerstein was playing it a bit over the top. But Feuerstein's generally subdued tones just made the scenery chewing by his co-stars all that much more obvious.
Sadly, my DVR cut off the last 15 minutes of the 90-minute pilot (thanks Verizon!), but even if there is some amazing saving grace in that last 15 minutes (which I'll catch on Saturday if the DVR behaves itself), I don't think it's going to be enough to save the show. I'm going to give it one more episode next week, but if it doesn't impress me, I'll likely abandon it.
On a separate note, though I never watched "Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles" (mostly because it was on Fox and I grow ever more philosophically opposed to patronizing anything owned by Rupert Murdoch), I really enjoyed show-runner Josh Friedman's blog post about being on a cancellation bubble when it pops.