"Push-up" Daisies

From this point on, it's mostly moot pending a resolution of the writers' strike, but the only new show to make my list of shows I try to watch or make an effort to download later is "Pushing Daisies". "Chuck" tried, but despite my admiration for Zach Levy's work, I stopped watching after four episodes - did it get better?

"Pushing Daisies" has a whimsical quirkiness that I've not grown tired of, although I can see how someone might stop appreciating it. The stories in each episode are fresh, the character arcs across the season have managed to avoid predictable expectations, and the boobs are in your face.

Yes, the boobs are in your face.

The show is almost as bad as soft porn, in a good way. Hence the title of this post, which is how the wife and I refer to the show. I haven't seen so much cleavage on network TV since... - hmmm. "Married with Children"?

The last episode, guest-starring the son of 101 Squadron pilot Milton Rubenfeld, to us appeared to slyly nod (or should that be jiggle?) at its own approach to decolletage, particularly with Olive (good sport Kristen Chenoweth, pictured above). At one point, her zipper was so low and her actions so vigorous she looked like she was making lemonade at Hot Dog on a Stick.

Another feature of the show is the singing. The aforementioned Ms. Chenoweth and Ellen Green (Audrey in the musical "Little Shop of Horrors") are occasionally let loose with their veteran pipes, the ones above their clavicles.

By the way, Anna Friel (who plays Chuck in "Pushing Daisies", not in "Chuck") is one of three British leads on prime time American TV season to put on a mock American accent for a role. Can you name the other two? (One is really easy.)