Claws

Claws never lacks for energy, and its premise and cast composition are somewhat novel. But what it too often lacks is dexterity and texture.

Bad things happen, and in a wise choice by the producers, they happen before the end of the first episode. The show gets more interesting at that point, but it’s still caught somewhere on the road from feminist buddy comedy to bloody drama--and it’s not quite credible as either.

The parade of outlandish characters zipping in and out of their lives is distracting enough to confuse the atmosphere. As such, Claws isn’t fully realized as either a drama or a comedy, and its attempts at incorporating some version of the latter appears to be unintentional.

It's like two shows were grafted together and it remains to be seen how long it will take for the tone dosages to adjust.

Good idea and better cast squandered on a slapdash premise, weak writing and South Florida cliches.

With its crowded field of producers (including Rashida Jones), Claws has a difficult time with coherence, feeling like a half-hour show that learned way too late that it was going to be a one-hour show. ... As Uncle Daddy, Norris is unfortunately more clownsome than fearsome, and, bereft of better writing, Nash leans too heavily on stereotype as a way to give her character a little more life.