The Choice, 9 p.m., Fox
If we needed final proof that we all need to fill up the bomb shelters with canned goods because the end of the world is around the corner, this show is it. Good gracious. I watched the whole thing, but not in a good way. In a, can-this-get-worse-my-God-yes-it-can way. Four “men” who may or may not be famous in their chosen field depending on if you’ve heard of them sit in spinny chairs and choose women to take on a date based on 30 seconds of gibberish that spew from these bimbos over-glossed mouths. They then narrow it down from 3 to 1 by asking questions like “What’s your favorite country?” (One answer: Berlin. Not making that up.) Then they go have sex, and probably take large doses of antibiotics. Or go on a “date” is what they are calling it. Tonight, “Singer Joe Jonas, snowboarder Seth Wescott, radio personality Mike Catherwood and actor Parker Young look for love.”
Burn Notice, 9 p.m., USA
New season! I don’t watch anymore, and here’s why: “Michael hunts Anson through Miami, racing against the clock; Fiona is taken into custody and interrogated by an old nemesis.” Been there, done that.
Suits, 10 p.m., USA
Wisecracking, attractive young lawyers. “Harvey entrusts Mike with closing a major lawsuit; Harvey must make a decision about guarding Mike's secret.” USA has the exact same show on over and over, just insert “doctor”, “spy”, “criminal” for lawyers.
