Way to go, David E. Kelley. You suckered me into sampling this one even though I knew, deep down, that you weren't capable of sustaining anything from start to finish. And you didn't let me down. I watched it all, going from being pleasantly surprised to hoping that things weren't going off the rails the way that they appeared to be going off the rails, and now I want those six hours of my life back.
In the end, there were no surprises in this one. No red herrings. No culprit cleverly revealed to viewers early on if they were paying close attention. It was about as linear as something like this can be and it played out like a lame Lifetime Channel movie.
So no more chances, Kelley. You made me think -- for a few episodes, at least -- that you'd finally gotten good at what you do. I won't make that mistake again.
Oh, and two last notes. First, the "greatest defense lawyer money can buy" was once again an idiot in the courtroom, but that, of course, is a reflection on Kelley's inability to write and not on a fictional character's ability to be a competent lawyer. And second...Jonathan took the hammer and held on to it all the way to the lake house? So that he could leave it there? Gee, it's too bad that there was absolutely NO PLACE that he could have ditched the thing between the crime scene and that cabin. Oh, wait. There were probably a hundred decent options. Huh. Go figure. Oh, never mind. I just need to put this thing in the rear view mirror and never look back.