Looking back, we reflect on the television landscape of the recent year, a handful of shows stand out not for their brilliance, but for their notable shortcomings. From cringe-inducing spin-offs to bafflingly poor docuseries, here are the productions that left us scratching our heads or just reaching for the remote.
How to start with this divisive follow-up? Plagued with dreadful writing, cringe-inducing character development (we demand better for Miranda!), and a mere 71 seconds of fan-favourite Samantha, the series fought to justify its existence. Briefly, as the final series began, it looked like it had at last found its groove. Then arrived an episode all about Seemaâs natural deodorant. Little surprise the creator declared this would be the final series. It ended on a bum note; the closeup of Mirandaâs loo flooded with poo was simply too on-the-nose. Yet, fans undeniably had a hoot picking apart every single âwtf?â episode. And as Carrie â once again single â twirled around her palatial townhouse to Barry White, who couldn't let out a little sob?
âCan Kim Kardashian act? Of course she canât.â
But that was practically the smallest of this drama's issues. The recipient of a exceedingly uncommon no-star assessment, it was difficult to know where to start enumerating the flaws. The laughably wooden dialogue? The tedious glorification of affluence and materialism? The seemingly deliberate parade of cliches? Acting so poor they felt almost spiteful? Letâs just say âall of the aboveâ and forget about this show again. Except, a second season has been ordered, so weâre likely going to have to.
Given the restraining orders, abuse claims and parental shortcomings, itâs fair to say Charlie Sheen has been a bad boy. Not youâd truly have known it from this multi-part docuseries which chuckled along at Sheenâs various episodes of reckless excess while failing to tell us a single thing we didnât already know. Instead, it felt as if this loose cannon was being indulged, so any pity this show might evoke should be reserved for the people who have had to endure close contact with this charismatic but dismissive egotist.
Of course we knew it was ridiculous from the get-go: a drama about a supercomputer known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either save the world â or annihilate all of humanity. We persevered out of sheer love for its stars ⌠but by the end, it felt like even they had stopped bothering. One barely cared when his character died, and the other ended up hacking Charlie with an axe ⌠in super slow-motion. Talk about admitting defeat.
Dodgy characters meeting in deserted boxing gyms? The Prodigyâs Firestarter blaring in club scenes? The late 90s called and wants its gangland drama back.
In truth, that is harsh on the gangland dramas of the late 90s. Many seem a little dated now, but at least they didnât endure the embarrassment of having to indulge unconvincing accents. But there were many other issues. Mainly that it was just really dull; a conflict over drug-selling territory between various cockney picaresques which felt rather simplistic.
Considering the degree to which she grinds the gears of certain performatively enraged commentators, itâs almost easy to admire the Duchess of Sussexâs various forays into twee lifestyle as intentional provocations. But then you view them and are forced to admit that in this case, they may have a point. Itâs like watching a homeware magazine come to life; a meme for evening drinks with ideas of grandeur; a procession of sleeping dogs, buzzing beehives, sentimental platitudes and pointless crafting âtipsâ youâll not remember instantly. All underpinned by vast, largely unearned wealth. Ugh.
There are clearly fascinating things to be discussed about both Victoria Beckham and her journey with vocation, self-image, self-worth. But for whatever reason, this documentary series opted not to say them. Instead, the viewing was akin to consuming a marketing brochure. She clearly has every right to resent what she describes as her âmiserable cowâ image. But sadly, she didnât do herself any favours with this cagey non-event of a series.
It had the potential to be the next big hit â except even more extravagant, with a famous star playing dead and a sharp-tongued personality overseeing her estate. What more could you want? As contestants battled it out, there was plenty of backstabbing and arguing. But the rules quickly became bewildering: itâs still too complicated to detail what exactly was happening. Even more regrettably, 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 live up to something far greater than it.
How do you succeed a show that defined a generation? The expectation was enormous for this glitzy romantic comedy about Jessica, a rosy-eyed New Yorker who lands in London with a shattered romance. The star took her biggest role by the horns and was joyous to watch, embodying Austen levels of romantic notions. But it was all very slick and, paradoxically, was not enough. Plus, the abundance of famous friends involved felt uncomfortable.
Not good enough to be âpatchyâ.
Given the smart recruitment of talented younger comics, hopes were high. But sadly, most of it didnât land. A recurring sketch was a one-note joke stretched to a husk but recurring in every episode. One star seemed too ready to slip into a familiar ranting mode. The behind-the-scenes sketches, in contrast, simply provoked the idea that they should probably have remained in there a while longer.
This dramatisation of the story of Amanda Knox was overseen by Amanda Knox and pretty much solely presented the viewpoint of Amanda Knox. So, while there probably is an compelling drama to be made about the horrific 2007 murder, this was not it. The material needed to be handled with care. Rather, the series struggled painfully to find the right voice, lurching from oddly jaunty, somewhat mannered farce to inevitably, real-life horror. Twisted? Perhaps. A total mess? Very much so.
We admire the lead actor ⌠but did we believe him playing the most brilliant maths genius since, a man so intelligent heâs on the verge of a breakthrough that could destabilise society? Nope! This globe-trotting thriller about government agencies spying on â and killing off â academics honestly got more farcical by the second. Formulaic nonsense.
This uncritical portrait followed the content creator renowned for explicit exploits as she prepared for her biggest challenge yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we craved was way more interrogation of her actual psychology, plus those of the men in the queue. They could at least have interviewed the now-famous mum who appeared to haul her son out of 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 teenage daughter too.
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