Me, Myself and I

Takes a rather tired conceit and makes it reasonably fresh.

Me, Myself & Irene appears to have boxed itself in. The opening episode is pleasant enough to watch, although not really very amusing. But the prospects for a sustainable series seem highly limited by all that unfolds here.

Structurally, it’s an interesting approach, but ultimately a flawed one. It’s hard to invest too much in any particular timeline when we can see the origins, or the end result, in one of the other timelines. ... Still, Moynihan and Larroquette are charming enough, and threads about parenting, dreams, and basketball could make for a warm, if not particularly funny, family sitcom.

The pilot episode skips back and forth from one Alex to another like a three-way tennis match, making it challenging to get a purchase on the half-hour sitcom in one sitting. Added to that is the fact that you never quite shake the idea that there’s no way Grazer would age into Moynihan, or either of them would age into Larroquette.

A wonky framing device, where Moynihan fills in gaps in the storylines directly to the audience, is given no explanation as to why it's even there, or who he's talking to; you're left to suspect that the writers couldn't figure out a more organic way to clue viewers in on why these scenes are being show to them.