Imagine you are a flight attendant on a plane piloted by Leslie Nielsen and right in the middle of half the passengers complaining and the other half getting wrecked (see what I did there?), the plane goes down. Next thing you know you are dealing with a lot of panicked people on a tropical beach--sort of like "Lost", but with a greater chance of a believable storyline.
Well, Owen, it doesn't take long for everyone to assume their places in this new society. What will be yours? Looking on the bright side (now that the pilots are gone and the one guy who seemed a natural to take charge has perished), will you finally realize that flight attendants have a higher calling?
"Wrecked" also ponders other basic questions, like are people basically good, as Danny (the big guy) believes? Or will the island be all "Lord of the Flies", as the corporate-survival-of-the-fittest woman believes?
It's an opportunity for the survivors to redefine themselves, to reinvent themselves, if they like. Maybe you'd want to be a cop? Or an importer-exporter? It's your big chance.
This parody of survival shows plays with all the usual tropes (it's a trope-ical island, after all) and is not afraid to get silly, though not as silly as "Angie Tribeca". So sit back with a mai tai, put your toes in the sand, and enjoy the comedy stylings of a bunch of misfits who couldn't survive on an island if Waikiki were just over the first sand dune.
Update 6/30/16: After a few episodes, I am enjoying this show, which has a kind of "Last Man on Earth" vibe.
