Fran Drescher

Review: 'Under My Skin' may get under yours

Review: 'Under My Skin' may get under yours

Connoisseurs of really bad television — you know you're out there — whose taste for schlock hasn't been satisfied by the mediocre new fall season should run to the Pasadena Playhouse to see "Under My Skin." The title is meant to be romantic, but anyone who manages to sit through both irritating acts of this lowest-common-denominator comedy will know that the truth is far more painfully dermatological.

Some might consider this a sitcom performed live, an evening's escapist entertainment, a harmless piece of fluff. They should get out of the house more. Actually, it's not fair to compare this to television. It's hard to imagine any network or cable executive...