Context is all: It's hard to imagine "The Middleman," a new ABC Family series, arriving as part of a broadcast network fall season, or doing well there, even though it has much in common with last year's "Chuck" and "Reaper," other stories of average folk drafted to fight extraordinary foes.
There is something too light about it, too self-mocking, too narrowly aimed. But it is the sort of show that basic cable was invented for; in that venue, light, self-mocking, silly and narrowly aimed may be seen for the good qualities they are. This is good summer entertainment, like a Saturday afternoon B-movie matinee transposed to Monday-night TV.
The show is based on a comic book that was in turn based on a script written originally as a television pilot by Javier Grillo-Marxuach, a producer and writer on "Medium" and "Lost" and a contributor over the years to sci-fi and fantasy shows, including "Jake 2.0," "The Dead Zone," "Charmed," "The Pretender" and "SeaQuest DSV," which is to say he's lived with this stuff long enough to want to make fun of it.
Grillo-Marxuach offers the nicely self-fulfulling premise that the world as represented in comic books is the world as it really it is, which lets the show be as much of a comic as it pleases. Tonight's opener, which involves Italian gangsters and mind-controlled apes, closely follows the comic's first four issues.
Our heroine is Wendy Watson (Natalie Morales), alliteratively named in the tradition of Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Matt Murdock, Billy Batson, and Clark Kent. (Superheroic identities available on request.) A video-game-playing, comics-reading, deadpan millennial nerd girl -- a type now in vogue if not yet in Vogue -- she paints at night and gets by as a temp in the day, until she is recruited as a sidekick by the Middleman (Matt Keeslar) after he sees her attack a "hentai tentacle monster" with a letter opener. (The word "hentai" alone should raise goose flesh on certain viewers.) A square-jawed milk-drinker, exceedingly all-American in the way that spoof heroes often are, the Middleman is also a little dark, as if the clean-cuttedness were a kind of candy-coating on a potentially explosive soul. He has no trouble with violence.
Like the Men in Black, Middleman and Wendy wear matching suits -- Eisenhower jackets, which makes him look like a park ranger and her like a chauffeur -- and work for an organization so secret that they have no idea who runs it. (Their only other associate is a grumpy humanoid robot named Ida, played by Mary Pat Gleason.) They talk to each other at top speed, in a manner somewhat reminiscent of the "Gilmore Girls" or anything that Aaron Sorkin gets involved with.
