Tonight, I watched the first episode of “Harper’s Island,” and all I could think was “What an utterly repulsive cast of characters.” I mean, really. The women are uniformly tacky and common beyond belief, and the men are a bunch of Neanderthals, but that’s insulting Neanderthals. Even if the script were great, the cast is so completely repellent that I have to wonder who would pay a casting director to round them up.

The lone exception is Christopher Gorham as the groom, Henry. Gorham brings a some of the charm he showed on “Ugly Betty” as Betty’s boyfriend, um, Henry, but the production’s smarm tars him, too. The rest of the cast would have to struggle to bring their combined IQ up to 100. You’ve probably guessed by now that I won’t be watching any more of “Harper’s Island,” not even for the pleasure of seeing these people die horribly.

I can’t remember when a TV show has inspired such revulsion in me. I know television too often aims for the lowest common denominator, but I can’t believe there is one this low. Such stupidity, such complete lack of class should never have made it to any screen of any size. I hope Harper’s Island sinks like a stone.