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 Surely, the worst series on TV right now is "Keeper of the Ashes," starring Kristin Chenoweth.


An amazing display of tastelessness and narcissism, "Keeper of the Ashes" should never have made it past the drafting stage. It's the true story of a brutal killing in Oklahoma; back in the seventies, someone murdered three sleeping Girl Scouts at a rural camp. Kristin Chenoweth had nothing to do with this story--truly, nothing--but since, at one point, her family *considered* sending her to the camp, she believes that the tale of the murders is her tale to tell.

Chenoweth doesn't do any investigative work; she just pops up every thirty minutes to say, "It was that weekend when I learned the meaning of evil...." Or: "The people of Oklahoma are like red clay soil. We all just stick together." Or: "I went to the same school as one of the three victims. I didn't know her, but I might have said hello in the hallway. I might have been, like, Hey...."

All of this is especially jarring because the bulk of the show is about sexual assault, misconceptions about Native Americans, and the violent deaths of children.

I have no idea what the title means; I know Chenoweth explained the choice, but my mind was wandering.

"Whenever I grow tired of this crazy show business," says Chenoweth, "I return to Broken Arrow....and I feel grounded once again...."

No one loves Ms. Chenoweth more than I, but I have to hope that she'll get a new manager. I'm stunned by some of the choices Hulu is making.
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