It's a sure bet they'll start singing on 'Viva Laughlin'

"Viva Laughlin," which premieres tonight on CBS, is a show in which the characters sometimes sing and dance to pop songs, as if they were suddenly in a musical. It is based on a British miniseries, broadcast here by BBC America as "Viva Blackpool," which in turn took its central conceit from the Dennis Potter-penned avant-TV classics "Pennies From Heaven" and "The Singing Detective" (remade here as films). Both the American series and its British forebear concern a man named Ripley Holden (here played by Lloyd Owen) who dreams of building the nicest hotel-casino in all of Laughlin, Nev., and whose life and plans are waylaid by a murder for which he is the prime suspect.

The underlying concept isn't hard to swallow: We are all schooled in musicals, one way or another, and many television shows already license pop songs to help sell their wares -- this just adds a little choreography. Indeed, the new series could stand to be a lot stranger and more fabulous than it is. As it is, it's inert, lacking the studied garishness, shabbiness and hallucinatory edge of the original and finding nothing of particular interest to replace it with -- like the Nevada casino experience itself, it is a sanitized, steroidal version of something darker and more authentic.

Can something be both stale and half-baked? Scenes meant to create excitement -- as when Ripley stakes all the money left in his kitty on a couple of turns of the roulette wheel at his rival's casino -- fall flat, seem oddly amateurish. The rival, called Nicky Fontana, is played by Hugh Jackman, a musical theater star himself, and an executive producer of the series. Fontana, who is not nice, makes his entrance to the Rolling Stones' "Sympathy for the Devil" in a number designed as a negative parallel to Ripley's own opening number, set to Elvis Presley's "Viva Las Vegas" -- they both end singing from atop a gaming table.

If there is nothing suitably dazzling about this world, there is nothing the least little bit real about it, either. Local detail, which might have been successfully mined, is largely absent. Settings are generic; Ripley's house is big and catalog-tasteful. Apart from a few nice desert views, the series might be set nowhere at all.