If there's one that makes me happy in life... it's Zoloft. If there's two things that make me happy it's Zoloft and British wit. It's a shame that Kelsey Grammer's "The Sketch Show" offers me neither of these things.

If you can imagine "Rowan & Martin's Laugh In" minus the social commentary, the laughs, and Goldie Hawns smokin' hot bikini clad bod, then you my loyal TV viewer, have imagined "The Sketch Show". It's quite unclear to me why someone fancied Mr. Grammer an expert on British sketch comedy, and even more unclear why he's thrust himself into two flat sketches. As if watching a troup of fairly unknown performers beg for laughs with puns isn't enough, Mr. Grammer insists on gracing us with his vocal stylings as the centerpiece to tedious, flat sketch. Tossed salad and scrambeled eggs it is not.

This six episode version of the British hit show falls flat most entirely because it is American or rather, so heavily Americanized. It's not a fear of rapid pacing, sight gags, repitition or music that clashes with my pallet as if it were haggis. It's the watered down, throway bits lacking any meaning or significance.

In the past few years I have asked myself this, if American television executives profess to love English programming so much, why don't they just buy the English version and air it over here? It drives me batty to see the likes of "Coupling", the soon to be "The Office" and "The Sketch Show" retooled, rehashed and reconstituted for us on the other side of the pond. It's as if they think, if you like this bright, witty comedy then you'll LOVE this new version where we've removed the funny, dumbed it down and played it safe. But then again, if there's one thing I've learned from my years of seeing "Yes, Dear" on the fall schedule, it's that Americans love dumbed down, pointless comedy.