Looking back, we reflect on the television offerings of the past year, a selection of shows stand out not for their excellence, but for their spectacular shortcomings. Ranging from awkward sequels to bafflingly bad docuseries, here are the productions that had us utterly bewildered or just reaching for the remote.
Where to begin with this divisive spin-off? Burdened with dreadful writing, cringe-inducing character development (we demand better for Miranda!), and a paltry 71 seconds of beloved Samantha, the series struggled to find its footing. For a moment, as the third season started, it looked like it had at last found its groove. Then came an installment all about Seemaās natural deodorant. No wonder the showrunner declared this would be the last season. It ended on a bum note; the lingering shot of Mirandaās loo flooded with poo was just way too symbolic. Still, viewers certainly had a hoot picking apart every single āwtf?ā episode. And as Carrie ā a single woman once more ā twirled around her palatial townhouse to Barry White, who didnāt release a little sob?
āCan Kim Kardashian act? Of course she canāt.ā
But that was almost the smallest of this drama's problems. The subject of a exceedingly uncommon zero star assessment, it was hard to know where to start enumerating the problems. The hilariously wooden dialogue? The tedious veneration of affluence and materialism? The seemingly deliberate parade of cliches? Performances so poor they felt borderline malicious? Letās just say āeach and every oneā and forget about this show again. However, a new season has been commissioned, so weāre likely going to have to.
Considering the legal troubles, domestic violence claims and parental shortcomings, itās fair to say Charlie Sheen has been a bad boy. Not youād really have gleaned it from this multi-part docuseries which chuckled along at Sheenās various bouts of self-destructive hedonism while failing to tell us a single thing we didnāt already know. Rather, it felt as if this volatile personality was being pandered to, so any pity this series might evoke should be saved for the people who have had to suffer proximity with this charismatic but dismissive egotist.
Naturally we knew it was preposterous from the get-go: a drama about a supercomputer known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either save the world ā or annihilate all of humanity. We stuck with it out of sheer love for its leads ⦠but by the end, it felt like even they had stopped bothering. One barely reacted when his character died, and the other ended up hacking Charlie with an axe ⦠in painfully slow-motion. That's what you call admitting defeat.
Dodgy figures meeting in deserted boxing gyms? The Prodigyās Firestarter jackhammering away in club scenes? The late 90s called and demands its gangland drama back.
Actually, that is harsh on the gangland dramas of the late 90s. Many look a little dated now, but at least they didnāt endure the ignominy of having to accommodate baffling dialects. But there were many other issues. Mainly that it was just profoundly boring; a conflict over drug-selling territory between various London rogues which seemed rather simplistic.
Given the extent to which she provokes the ire of the nationās ostentatiously enraged commentators, itās almost easy to applaud the Duchess of Sussexās various ventures into twee lifestyle as intentional provocations. But then you view them and are compelled to admit that actually, they might have a point. Itās like watching a homeware catalogue animated; a poster for wine oāclock with ideas of grandeur; a parade of sleeping dogs, buzzing beehives, sentimental platitudes and forgettable crafting āhacksā youāll not remember instantly. All supported by vast, largely unearned wealth. Ugh.
There are clearly interesting things to be said about regarding Victoria Beckham and her struggles with vocation, self-image, self-worth. But for whatever reason, this three-part series opted not to explore them. Instead, the viewing was like reading a sales catalogue. She clearly has good reason to resent what she describes as her āmiserable cowā image. But unfortunately, she didnāt do herself any favours with this cagey letdown of a series.
It should have been the next big hit ā except even more extravagant, with a famous star as a deceased benefactor and a sharp-tongued personality managing her inheritance. What more could you ask for? As contestants competed, there was plenty of betrayal and arguing. But the rules quickly became bewildering: itās even now too confusing to explain what exactly was happening. Even more disappointingly, we only saw glimpses of the star via filmed videos. The show ended up smelling of a production that was trying way too hard to emulate something far greater than it.
How do you follow a show that defined a generation? The pressure was enormous for this starry romcom about Jessica, a hopeful New Yorker who arrives in London with a shattered romance. The lead actress seized the opportunity by the horns and was a delight to watch, reveling in Austen levels of romantic ideals. But it was all very slick and, ironically, was not enough. Plus, the sheer amount of celebrity friends involved felt uncomfortable.
Not even good enough to be āunevenā.
Given the smart inclusion of gifted emerging comics, expectations were high. But unhappily, most of it fell flat. A particular sketch was a single joke stretched to a dry pulp but repeated in every episode. One star seemed too willing to slip into a familiar ranting mode. The behind-the-scenes sketches, in contrast, simply inspired the idea that they should probably have stayed in there a while longer.
This retelling of the story of Amanda Knox was overseen by Amanda Knox and pretty much solely showcased the perspective of Amanda Knox. So, while there undoubtedly is an compelling drama to be made about the tragic 2007 murder, this was not it. The material needed to be handled sensitively. Rather, the series struggled painfully to find the right voice, lurching from oddly breezy, somewhat mannered farce to inevitably, real-life horror. Twisted? Arguably. A total mess? Absolutely.
We admire the lead actor ⦠but did we buy him playing the most brilliant maths genius in history, a man so smart heās on the verge of a breakthrough that could destabilise society? Nope! This international thriller about secret services targeting ā and killing off ā academics frankly got more absurd by the second. Silliness-by-numbers.
This uncritical portrait followed the content creator notorious for explicit escapades as she prepared for her most extreme feat yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we craved was far greater examination of her true psyche, plus those of the men in the queue. They could at least have interviewed the legendary mum who showed up to drag her son out of the queue. What we got was horrific imagery and zero interrogation of her notoriety whatsoever. It's staggering to consider, the filmmaker has a teenage daughter too.
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