That Drifting Excrement Was Way Too Meaningful! These Are the Television Letdowns of the Year.
Looking back, we consider the television offerings of the recent year, a handful of series stand out not for their excellence, but for their notable shortcomings. Ranging from cringe-inducing spin-offs to confusingly poor documentaries, here are the programmes that left us utterly bewildered or simply reaching for the remote.
And Just Like That
Where to begin with this love/hate spin-off? Burdened with woeful writing, cringe-inducing arcs (we demand better for Miranda!), and a paltry 71 seconds of fan-favourite Samantha, the series struggled to justify its existence. For a moment, as the final series started, it seemed as if it had finally found its groove. Then arrived an episode all about Seemaâs natural deodorant. No wonder the creator declared this would be the last season. It concluded on a bum note; the closeup of Mirandaâs toilet full of poo was just way too on-the-nose. Yet, viewers certainly found joy dissecting every single âwtf?â moment. And as Carrie â a single woman once more â twirled around her sprawling townhouse to Barry White, who couldn't let out a little sob?
Allâs Fair
âIs Kim Kardashian an actress? Of course she canât.â
But that was practically the smallest of this drama's problems. The subject of a exceedingly uncommon zero star assessment, it was difficult to know where to start enumerating the flaws. The hilariously wooden dialogue? The mind-numbing veneration of affluence and consumption? The seemingly wilful procession of tropes? Performances so bad they felt almost malicious? Suffice it to say âeach and every oneâ and forget about this show again. Except, a new season has been commissioned, so weâre likely going to have to.
AKA Charlie Sheen
Considering the restraining orders, domestic violence claims and fatherly shortcomings, itâs reasonable to say Charlie Sheen has been a bad boy. Not that youâd truly have gleaned it from this three-part docuseries which smirked its way at Sheenâs various episodes of reckless excess while failing to tell us anything we didnât already know. Rather, it felt as if this loose cannon was being pandered to, so any pity this series might induce should be reserved for the people who have had to suffer close contact with this charismatic but flippant egotist.
The Iris Affair
Of course we understood it was preposterous from the outset: a thriller about a supercomputer known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either solve global crises â or annihilate all of humanity. We stuck with it out of sheer love for its stars ⊠but by the end, it felt like even they had stopped bothering. One barely reacted when his character died, and the other ultimately hacking Charlie with an axe ⊠in painfully slow-motion. Talk about giving up the ghost.
The Gangster Drama
Dodgy figures convening in empty boxing gyms? A certain band's Firestarter jackhammering away in club scenes? The late 90s called and wants its gangland drama back.
In truth, that is unfair on the gangland dramas of the late 90s. Many seem a little dated now, but at least they didnât suffer the ignominy of having to indulge baffling accents. But there were plenty of other issues. Mainly that it was just profoundly boring; a conflict over drug-selling territory between various London picaresques which felt a bit basic.
The Meghan Markle Series
Given the degree to which she provokes the ire of the nationâs ostentatiously angry commentators, itâs temptingly easy to admire the Duchess of Sussexâs various forays into twee homemaking as deliberate provocations. But then you view them and are compelled to admit that in this case, they might have a point. Itâs like watching a lifestyle magazine animated; a meme for evening drinks with delusions of grandeur; a procession of snoozing dogs, humming beehives, Hallmark platitudes and forgettable crafting âhacksâ youâll forget instantly. All underpinned by vast, mostly unearned wealth. Ugh.
The Beckham Documentary
There are obviously fascinating things to be said about both Victoria Beckham and her struggles with vocation, identity, self-worth. But for whatever reason, this documentary series opted not to explore them. Rather, the experience was like reading a marketing catalogue. She obviously has every right to resent what she describes as her âsternâ image. But unfortunately, she failed to do herself any helps with this cagey non-event of a series.
The Inheritance
It should have been the next cultural phenomenon â except even more extravagant, with a famous star as a deceased benefactor and a well-known personality overseeing her inheritance. What more could you ask for? As contestants competed, there was plenty of betrayal and squabbling. But the rules quickly became incomprehensible: itâs still too confusing to explain what exactly was happening. Even more regrettably, we only saw glimpses of the star via prerecorded videos. The show ended up smelling of a programme that was straining desperately to emulate something way beyond it.
The Lena Dunham Romcom
How does one succeed a show that defined a generation? The pressure was immense for this starry romcom about Jessica, a hopeful New Yorker who lands in London with a broken heart. The lead actress took her biggest role by the horns and was a delight to watch, reveling in Austen levels of romantic notions. But it was all very slick and, paradoxically, was not enough. Plus, the sheer amount of celebrity friends involved felt uncomfortable.
The Sketch Show Return
Not even good enough to be âunevenâ.
Given the shrewd inclusion of talented younger 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 recurring in every episode. One star seemed too ready to slip into a familiar irate mode. The writing room sketches, in contrast, simply inspired the idea that they should probably have stayed in there a while longer.
The Twisted Tale of Amanda Knox
This dramatisation of the story of Amanda Knox was executive produced by Amanda Knox and pretty much exclusively 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 laboured awkwardly to find the right voice, lumbering from oddly breezy, slightly stylised farce to ultimately, real-life horror. Twisted? Arguably. A total mess? Very much so.
The Maths Genius Thriller
We admire the star ⊠but did we buy him playing the greatest maths genius since, a man so smart heâs on the brink of a discovery that could ruin society? Nope! This international thriller about secret services spying on â and eliminating â academics honestly got more absurd by the second. Silliness-by-numbers.
The Bonnie Blue Documentary
This hagiography followed the content creator notorious for sexual exploits as she prepared for her most extreme feat yet. What on earth would possess her? What we craved was way more interrogation of her true psyche, plus those of the men in the queue. They could at least have interviewed the now-famous mum who showed up to drag her son away from the queue. What we got was disturbing shots and zero interrogation of her infamy whatsoever. It's staggering to consider, the filmmaker has a young daughter too.