I rescind my earlier guarded compliments in favor of Moonlight, the canceled CBS  weepy vampire detective drama. In case you missed it, this show concerns Mick St. John, an undead PI who stalks and romances Beth, an Internet reporter that he rescued from his nutso [also undead] ex-wife 20 years ago. In every episode, Beth starts to cover a crime for her news organization; Mick pokes around and discovers vampires behind the scenes. Beth gets herself in distress; Mick saves the day, and the viewer’s skull becomes dented with the falling anvils that are driving home the parallels between the murder du jour and Mick and Beth’s relationship.

The tedium is lightened only by the moments in which Josef, Mick’s slick, rich, mischievous friend, slides on scene and smirks around. As Josef, Jason Dohring, with his curling lips and casual air, seems to be the only person in all of Moonlight having fun with the hammy proceedings. He’s like a dignified comic relief character. I found myself fast-forwarding to scenes in which Dohring was on screen.

Blaaaaaah.