Filmed in Los Angeles by CBS Prods. in association with Columbia TriStar TV. Executive producers, Mark Johnson, John Lee Hancock, Michelle Ashford; co-executive producer, Scott Brazil; producer, Elizabeth Cantillon; director, Gary Fleder; writer, Hancock; production designer, Richard Toyon; set decorator, Michele Poulik; camera, Reynaldo Villalobos; editors, Armen Minasian, Bob Ducsay; music, Jeff Beal; sound, Joseph Geisinger; casting, Rick Pagano, Debi Manwiller. 60 MIN.
Dr. Roger Cattan Ken Olin Dr. Tim Lonner Matt Craven Dr. Evan Newman Rick Roberts Dr. Sarah Church Sheryl Lee Nathan Newman Joseph Ashton Patrick Owen Coby Bell Susan Blum Deirdre O'Connell Kelly Newman Rebecca Rigg Felicity Melora Walters
With: Talia Balsam, Anna Maria Horsford, Lonny Chapman, Brittany Paige Bouck, Dennis Creaghan, Nikita Ager, Helen Sullivan Vogel, Aleksandra Kaniak, David Dunard, Joyce Guy, Robin Frates Corbett, Ronny Graham, Allen Williams, Dianna Miranda, David Stratton, Erica Jimenez, Vanessa Jimenez.
Can CBS coax America into feeling empathy for four clean-scrubbed, lily-white doctors struggling with their consciences after seeing far too many patients and making way too much money -- and who appear to have confused the acronym HMO to mean Hear My Outrage? Rarely have people who drive Mercedes-Benzes and score floor seats to the Lakers tried so hard to pass off themselves off as tortured souls. But the serf-righteous medical crusaders who inhabit the overwrought, underthought "L.A. Doctors" are far too busy saving the world from assembly-line managed care to recognize the irony.
Whereas the heroes of "ER" struggle to save victims from gunshot wounds and the odd burst appendix, on "LA. Docs," they dig in and heal ailing ethics. The hours are much better, and there's not nearly as much blood.
Doctors Roger Cattan ("thirty-something's" Ken Olin), Tim Lonner (Matt Craven and Evan Newman (Rick Roberts) have ditched their spirit-sapping practices and joined forces, opening an office with weird decor and a predisposition to turn stomachs instead of profits.
Slashing the red tape, these men now treat "the soul as well as the sick," which is to say they show up unannounced at patient homes and perform what might be called open heartache surgery.
They do it in the bathos-rich opener, penned by John Lee Hancock, at the residences of a pregnant teenage girl and that of an old man dying of cancer.
Meanwhile, the guys recruit a woman ("Twin Peaks" alumna Sheryl Lee) to be part of their holier-than-thou fraternity. She's an admitted workaholic, making her perfect. She can stay. And as a bonus, she may even have a fling with the brooding, hypersensitive, single dad of this trio (Roberts).
Between all of the blather about "treating patients ahead of diseases" and admitting that their whiteness makes this yappy little group "a politically correct petting zoo," precious little medicine actually gets practiced in "L.A. Doctors."
With Hancock's pompous, longwinded dialogue and helmer Gary Fleder's dark, moody atmospherics, this looks at the outset to be a show about rescuing egos rather than saving lives.
Tech credits are ambitious but inconsistent.