I'm already concerned ...

... about the upcoming American bastardizadaptation of No Heroics.

Surprisingly, it's not the news that Freddie Prinze Jr. has been cast as Ultimatum, the Excelsor equivalent. Prinze is enough of a fanboy that I'm confident he can take on that kind of role. It's other members of the cast that have me feeling leery.

See Arielle Kebbel there? Not that Claire Keelan and Rebekah Staton aren't pretty, but they looked like people you could see on the street that just happened to have superpowers. That, after all, was the whole point. Kebbel? Too "Hollywood pretty." I realize it's probably fan service, but ... well, I dunno. Am I being paranoid here?

On the other hand, if this version can get away with anything close to the original Timebomb's antics, I'm prepared to be forgiving.

Better Than Advertised: Arturo v. No Heroics!

Not to blow my own horn (much), but when it comes to No Heroics, I totally called it.

The show was so well-received in England, it's already in line for an American remake. But rather than let you get disappointed by that, let's talk about the just-completed first season and why you should be seeking that out instead.

The set-up goes like this: four heroes walk into a bar. No, really. In this case, it's a set of four lower-level "capes":

She-Force: Jenny is as needy as she is strong -- and she's the 3rd strongest woman on Earth.
The Hotness: Alex is desperately trying to be famous between rounds of bickering with his ex-girlfriend.
Timebomb: Don can be summed up in three words: Drunk. Gay. Retired. Oh, and he likes to stab people.
Electroclash: Sarah is Alex's aforementioned ex, who's not above using her powers for less-than-good.

The thing about this show is, in just six episodes, it's that brilliant, British slice of awkward, like Peep Show or that other show. And there's plenty of little touches hidden throughout their fully-realized little world. Since there's six episodes, here's a peek at (NSFW) stuff from the debut, "Supergroupie":