New Shows! Terriers AKA Where the Hell Did They Get That Name?

It's Fall, and there are a lot of new shows out there, I've sampled a few of them so far, and I'm going to try and do a write up a day.

First off, we've got Terriers. This is the show about a recovering alcoholic ex-cop, by the name of Hank Dolworth, played by a personal favorite actor, Donal Logue. Logue's life is a shambles, he's divorced, disgraced and unemployed (or at least poorly self-employed). About the only thing he's got going for him is that he's sober now.

He teams up with a former thief named Britt Pollack, played by another favorite, Michael Raymond-James, and the two find work as private investigators, albeit as the unlicensed, shady, less than legal variety.

Logue manages to bring just the right amounts of patheticism, gall, intelligence and reluctant morality to his character, whereas Raymond-James is a good foil as the loyal friend who plays dumb as part of their partner-dynamic.

The series got off to a slow start, with them investigating the missing daughter of a friend, and has kind of taken off from there into a story of two people with nothing fighting a big corporation just because no one else can. Who doesn't love to root for the underdog?

Along the way we get introduced to more and more of the friends and family of the two main characters, such as Hank's escaped mental patient sister, and former partner from the force, and Britt's girlfriend who is going to school to become a vet. They're all lovable in their own way, and more importantly, beleivable.

But seriously, Terriers? While there have been a few dogs on the show, none of them have been terriers, I suppose it could be a reference to their use as hunting dogs, and therefore comparing them to the detective work they do on the show, or maybe it's just slang that I'm not familiar with?

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