Review: 'My Generation'

When/Where: Thursday night at 8 on ABC/7

Grads of 'My Generation' are flunking life

Class of 2000 high schoolers in Austin, Texas, tell a docu-film crew about their dreams.

Ten years later, which means today, the crew returns for an update on whatever became of them. The success-minded overachiever is now a surfer. The nerd is a teacher desperate to have kids of his own. The science girl went into law and politics. The punk chick married the jock who went into Army action.


How many of those could you see coming? Then, you'll also love the rich guy whose beauty queen wife is oh-so-disaffected. That's the broad-stroke level at which "My Generation" paints its portraits, feeling false and forced from the start. Then, it throws in every single Big News Moment of the past 10 years, from 9/11 to the recession, from Enron to TV's reality-show craze.

But as the premiere hour progresses, the impressive young ensemble - largely unknowns - starts filling in their characters' colorations. And you can actually come to care about them, despite the show's condescending construction.


Young actors working hard to weave an emotional tapestry of their varied characters' past 10 years-in-the-life.


Too-cute stereotypes whose rough edges get rounded off by the show's pseudo-documentary conceit.


While it's nice to see a show that isn't cops / docs / lawyers, it'd be nicer if the show was better.



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