Amen to Turtle Heart! JD Morgan was best as the dead father in "Weeds." Some one or two or three green-lighters in Hollywood must think he's sexy, or cute—or sexy, cute, and manly. But Turtle Heart is right: his acting is wooden and thin. He tilts his head and holds his glasses as if he's a distinguished 75-year-old English lord. Unbearable. The show became too cute—to itself, to its creators and writers. The tone was always off, and Diane, unfortunately, set that tone (where Alicia should have). The creators of the show have a Diane-sensibility. I think one word for it is "corny." Now that I think of it, at least six of the love stories in the series were implausible, incredible: Eli's with the guest star, Diane's with G. Cole, Alicia's with J.D. Morgan, the Indian actress's with Carey and the FBI woman, the mother-in-law's and Howard's, and the son's with the woman he met in college. Did anyone find a single one of them credible? (The only one that was real was Alicia's and Will's.) Like Turtle Heart, I watched this show from the first episode. For the last two seasons at least, I've wondered why I kept doing so. I think the answer is, "courtroom drama." But even that got pretentious and gimmick-heavy.