Why would any self-respecting 40-plus male have the slightest interest in watching Matt Walsh, of all people, try to find romantic salvation with some poor woman in Europe? Look at him and the guy he’s playing — not my idea of handsome or even moderately appealing, red-haired, pale complexion, freckle monster, seriously balding, emotionally unstable (proposing on his knees to a 26 year old?), nobody you’d want to hang out with and certainly no one I could even remotely identify with.

I wouldn’t watch Under The Eiffel Tower (The Orchard, 2.8) on a bet.