Looking back, we consider the TV landscape of the past year, a selection of series emerge not for their brilliance, but for their notable failures. Ranging from cringe-inducing spin-offs to bafflingly bad docuseries, here are the productions that left us utterly bewildered or simply reaching for the remote.
Where to begin with this divisive follow-up? Burdened with dreadful scripts, cringe-inducing character development (justice for Miranda!), and a mere 71 seconds of fan-favourite Samantha, the show struggled to find its footing. Briefly, as the final season began, it seemed as if it had at last found its groove. Then came an installment all about Seemaâs natural deodorant. Little surprise the showrunner announced this would be the last series. It concluded on a low point; the closeup of Mirandaâs loo full of poo was just way too symbolic. Still, viewers certainly had a hoot picking apart every single âwhat on earth?â episode. And as Carrie â once again single â twirled around her palatial townhouse to Barry White, who couldn't release a little sob?
âIs Kim Kardashian an actress? Of course she canât.â
But that was almost the least of this show's problems. The subject of a very rare no-star assessment, it was hard to know where to start listing the flaws. The laughably leaden writing? The tedious glorification of affluence and materialism? The seemingly deliberate parade of tropes? Performances so poor they felt almost malicious? Letâs just say âeach and every oneâ and forget about this series again. However, a new season has been ordered, so weâre probably going to have to.
Considering the legal troubles, domestic violence allegations and parental shortcomings, itâs reasonable to say Charlie Sheen has been a bad boy. Not that youâd truly have known it from this multi-part documentary which smirked its way at Sheenâs various episodes of reckless excess while failing to tell us anything we weren't already aware of. Rather, it felt as if this volatile personality was being indulged, so any pity this show might evoke should be saved for the people who have had to endure proximity with this charming but flippant egotist.
Naturally we knew it was preposterous from the outset: a thriller about a AI known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either solve global crises â or annihilate all of humanity. We persevered out of pure admiration 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 ultimately slicing Charlie with an axe ⌠in painfully slow-motion. Talk about giving up the ghost.
Dodgy characters meeting in deserted boxing gyms? The Prodigyâs Firestarter blaring in club scenes? The late 90s called and demands its gangland drama back.
Actually, that is unfair on the gangland dramas of the late 90s. Many look a little dated now, but at least they didnât suffer the embarrassment of having to accommodate unconvincing dialects. But there were many other problems. Mainly that it was just really dull; a conflict over narcotics territory between various London rogues which seemed a bit basic.
Given the degree to which she grinds the gears of certain ostentatiously angry commentators, itâs almost tempting to applaud the Duchess of Sussexâs televised ventures into twee lifestyle as deliberate provocations. But then you view them and are compelled to admit that in this case, they may have a point. Itâs like watching a lifestyle magazine animated; a poster for evening drinks with ideas of grandeur; a procession of snoozing dogs, humming beehives, sentimental sayings and forgettable crafting âtipsâ youâll forget instantly. All supported by vast, mostly undeserved wealth. Ugh.
There are clearly fascinating things to be discussed about regarding Victoria Beckham and her journey with career, identity, self-acceptance. But for some reason, this documentary series opted not to explore them. Rather, the experience was like consuming a marketing catalogue. She obviously has every right to resent what she describes as her âmiserable cowâ image. But unfortunately, she failed to do herself any favours with this guarded letdown of a series.
It had the potential to be the next cultural phenomenon â except even camper, with a famous star as a deceased benefactor and a well-known personality overseeing her estate. What more could you want? As contestants competed, there was plenty of backstabbing and arguing. But the rules quickly became incomprehensible: itâs even now too confusing to detail what exactly was happening. Even more regrettably, we only saw glimpses of the star via filmed videos. The show ended up reeking of a programme that was trying way too hard to emulate something way beyond it.
How does one succeed a show that captured a generation? The pressure was enormous for this glitzy romantic comedy about Jessica, a rosy-eyed New Yorker who arrives in London with a shattered romance. The lead actress took her biggest role by the horns and was joyous to watch, embodying Austen levels of romantic notions. But it was all very glossy and, paradoxically, was not enough. Plus, the sheer amount of famous friends involved felt uncomfortable.
Not good enough to be âunevenâ.
Given the shrewd recruitment of gifted emerging comics, hopes were high. But sadly, most of it didnât land. A particular sketch was a one-note joke stretched to a dry pulp but repeated in every episode. One star seemed too willing to slip into a well-known irate mode. The writing room sketches, in contrast, simply inspired the thought that they should probably have stayed in there a while longer.
This dramatisation of the story of Amanda Knox was executive produced by Amanda Knox and pretty much exclusively presented the viewpoint 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. Instead, the series laboured awkwardly to find the right tone, lumbering from oddly jaunty, somewhat mannered farce to ultimately, real-life horror. Twisted? Perhaps. A total mess? Very much so.
We admire the lead actor ⌠but did we buy him playing the greatest maths genius since, a man so intelligent heâs on the brink of a breakthrough that could ruin society? No! This international thriller about government agencies spying on â and eliminating â academics frankly got more farcical by the second. Formulaic nonsense.
This uncritical portrait followed the online personality notorious for sexual escapades as she undertook her most extreme feat yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we wanted was way more examination of her actual psychology, plus those of the men in the queue. They could at least have spoken to the now-famous mum who showed up to drag her son away from the queue. What we got was disturbing imagery and absolutely no interrogation of her infamy whatsoever. It's staggering to consider, the filmmaker has a young daughter too.
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