Jane the Virgin (Fridays, Prime, 9.30pm) may not have the literary pedigree of True Detective or the schadenfreude of Dancing With the Stars. It's not as zone-outy as My Kitchen Rules or as thought-provoking as, um, I Am Cait. But it could be a cult hit.
Jane is a 23-year-old teaching student, part-time hotel worker/mermaid.
She's saving herself for marriage. Then a doctor gets distracted and accidentally inseminates her with her brother's sperm. The doc's brother's, that is. Which sounds dirtier than it is.
If there was an Emmy for most original TV pregnancy, Jane the Virgin would win. It's already won one award, for likeable star Gina Rodriguez, whose portrayal of Jane earned a Golden Globe for Best Actress in a Series, Musical or Comedy (beating Lena Dunham, Julia Louis Dreyfus, Taylor Schilling and Edie Falco). And it's won over American fans who apparently like that it doesn't try too hard. There's no epic novel adaptation or gender reassignment happening. It's a show for watching in your comfy pants.
That's not to say there isn't much going on. There's so much going on, it's a wonder they managed to fit it all into the pilot. The complications involved with Jane's predicament are even more ridiculous and over the top than the Venezualan telenovelas she likes to watch with her mother and grandmother. Jane's mother had her when she was 16, hence her gran's constant hectoring not to lose her virginity.