I’m going to say it: Burn Notice is the coolest show on the air.
Forget that recently-burned spy, Michael Westen, would kick James Bond’s gadget-laden ass. (Well, maybe not Daniel Craig Bond, but definitely Roger Moore Bond.) Forget that it’s got Bruce Campbell, who could read the friggin phone book and I’d pay to watch. And laugh my ass off. Forget that it’s shot in Miami, where the extras wandering down the street are hotter than the stars of most shows. It’s Gabrielle Anwar, who plays ass-kicking, gun-shooting, lets-blow-some-shit-up Fiona that gets my eyes glued to the screen every week.
I’m convinced the entire show was conceived solely around the idea of how to get Anwar into a barely opaque wife beater – and the occasional flimsy sundress – for an hour every week. I heard her nipples even got their own dressing room.