Privileged

Garcia is impeccable, and Newbrough and Hale are likably bratty. Funnier would help, but charm is abundant.

Tonally, Privileged is an amalgam of the CW's other shows in this genre: more contemporary and (at times) funnier than the new "90210" but not as nihilistic as "Gossip Girl." And Garcia's both charming and a promising light comedienne.

The show has the makings of a more sincere, "Gilmore Girls"-like take on female bonding.

So while the plot points might be as far-fetched, the emotions aren't.

Privileged has the potential to be a largely positive, female-skewing series.

Great it’s not, but the fizzy mix of soapy elements, screwy comedy, high-society hijinks and romance dovetails with where the netlet has been heading programming-wise.

Garcia is a major-league cutie and sunny on-screen presence without being cloying. But enough with the filthy-rich-kid dramedies!

While the show doesn’t (yet) expand on its opening diagnosis of the “New Gilded Age,” it just might offer more careful consideration of other possibilities of self-interest.

But aside from Garcia, Archer and Louis (who does a colorful turn as the chef), there's too much sizzle here and too little steak.

In the CW's world, happiness is rubbing elbows with the rich and fabulous, and drawing the attention of various rich boys, while a soundtrack of chick-friendly pop tunes plays constantly in the background. If this sounds like happiness to you, then by all means feel free to join this "Privileged" class. You have nothing to waste but your time.

Alas, like most copies, Privileged is a second-rate imitation.

JoAnna Garcia's overcaffeinated cuteness--the sort of thing that made otherwise decent people want to run Sally Field through with a pitchfork back in her Gidget and Flying Nun days--as a Palm Beach governess to trust-fund teen trash is nigh unbearable.