Nobody likes a smart-arse. Nobody likes the smartest guy in the room if he's a smug bugger. Nobody likes a goddamn moaner. And nobody likes seeing a boss abuse his staff.
So why the hell, I can't help thinking, would anyone like TV3's new plod drama-cum-comedy Backstrom (8.30pm, Thursdays), possibly the most aggravating and repellent American cop show I think I've ever seen?
To say that the hero - one Detective Lieutenant Everett Backstrom - is an appalling human being is an understatement as gross as he is. He drinks too much, he gambles, he smokes stinking cigars, he uses prostitutes, he mocks and abuses everyone around him ... he's monstrous.
And this, apparently, is the unique point of difference for what is in all other facets just another tedious US police procedural that relies on its audience not looking to closely at the frankly farcical and entirely unbelievable way in which the crimes are solved.
And no I'm not missing the point. You don't have to be as smart as Backstrom thinks he is to know that Backstrom the character and Backstrom the show are supposed to be a bit of a laugh, a bit of a hoot, and oh-so-edgy as the show like, you know, pushes the boundaries of taste. This was why we were invited to laugh about minute or so into the first episode when Backstrom facetiously asked the doctor doing his police medical, an Indian, "if you Hindus are so smart how come 98 per cent of you live at the dump?"