The scenario recalls Bob Roberts, Tim Robbins's 1992 film satire about a right-wing politician/folksinger riding a faux-populist wave. But Cameron Ford's limp comedy in which an increasingly desperate Ron Paul panders to every musical demographic—playing country in Tennessee, punk in San Francisco, and a Ray Charles-esque blues riff in New Orleans—is as DOA as Paul's presidential aspirations. A romantic subplot goes nowhere, and so does a cameo by a tampon-tossing Sarah Palin. The show mostly lacks a clear point of view on Paul himself, whose contradictions (antiwar isolationist who voted for the Afghanistan war) and flaws (racist newsletters) could provide grist for a good ribbing in sturdier hands. —Kerry Reid