Looking back, we reflect on the TV landscape of the past year, a handful of series stand out not for their brilliance, but for their spectacular failures. From cringe-inducing spin-offs to confusingly bad docuseries, here are the productions that left us utterly bewildered or simply reaching for the remote.
How to start with this divisive spin-off? Burdened with woeful writing, painful arcs (we demand better for Miranda!), and a mere 71 seconds of beloved Samantha, the show fought to justify its existence. Briefly, as the final season began, it seemed as if it had at last found its groove. Then came an episode all about Seemaâs natural deodorant. No wonder the creator announced this would be the final series. It ended on a low point; the closeup of Mirandaâs toilet flooded with poo was simply too symbolic. Yet, viewers certainly found joy 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 release a little sob?
âIs Kim Kardashian an actress? The answer is a resounding no.â
But that was practically the least of this drama's problems. The subject of a very rare zero star assessment, it was hard to know where to begin enumerating the flaws. The hilariously leaden writing? The tedious glorification of affluence and materialism? The seemingly wilful parade of tropes? Acting so poor they felt almost malicious? Letâs just say âeach and every oneâ and never speak of this show again. Except, a new season has been commissioned, so weâre likely going to have to.
Given the legal troubles, abuse claims and fatherly shortcomings, itâs fair to say Charlie Sheen has been a bad boy. Not that youâd truly have known it from this multi-part documentary which chuckled along at Sheenâs various bouts of self-destructive hedonism 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 show might induce should be reserved for the people who have had to endure proximity with this charismatic but dismissive narcissist.
Naturally we knew it was preposterous from the outset: a drama about a AI known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either save the world â or annihilate all of humanity. We persevered out of sheer admiration for its stars ⌠but by the end, it felt like even they had given up trying. One barely cared when his character died, and the other ended up hacking Charlie with an axe ⌠in super slow-motion. Talk about giving up the ghost.
Dodgy figures meeting in deserted boxing gyms? The Prodigyâs Firestarter jackhammering away in club scenes? The late 90s called and demands its gangland drama back.
In truth, that is unfair on the gangland dramas of the late 90s. Many seem a bit old-fashioned now, but at least they didnât suffer the embarrassment of having to accommodate unconvincing accents. But there were many other issues. Mainly that it was just profoundly boring; a dispute over narcotics territory between various London rogues which felt rather simplistic.
Considering the degree to which she grinds the gears of the nationâs performatively angry commentators, itâs temptingly tempting to applaud the Duchess of Sussexâs various forays into quaint homemaking as intentional provocations. But then you watch them and are compelled to concede that actually, they might have a point. Itâs like watching a lifestyle magazine animated; a poster for evening drinks with delusions of grandeur; a procession of snoozing dogs, buzzing beehives, Hallmark sayings and forgettable crafting âhacksâ youâll not remember instantly. All underpinned by vast, largely undeserved wealth. Ugh.
There are clearly interesting things to be said about regarding Victoria Beckham and her struggles with vocation, self-image, self-acceptance. But for whatever reason, this three-part series opted not to say them. Instead, the viewing was akin to consuming a sales brochure. She obviously has every right to bridle at what she describes as her âsternâ image. But sadly, she failed to do herself any helps with this guarded letdown of a series.
It had the potential to be the next big hit â except even more extravagant, with a glamorous star playing dead and a sharp-tongued personality managing her inheritance. What more could you ask for? As contestants battled it out, there was plenty of betrayal and squabbling. But the rules quickly became incomprehensible: itâs still too complicated to detail what precisely 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 straining desperately to live up to something far greater than it.
How do you follow a show that defined a generation? The expectation was enormous for this glitzy romcom about Jessica, a rosy-eyed New Yorker who lands in London with a shattered romance. The lead actress took her biggest role by the horns and was a delight to watch, embodying Jane Austen levels of romantic notions. But it was all very glossy and, ironically, was not enough. Plus, the sheer amount of celebrity cameos involved felt uncomfortable.
Not good enough to be âunevenâ.
Given the shrewd inclusion of talented emerging comics, hopes were high. But sadly, most of it fell flat. A recurring sketch was a single joke milked to a dry pulp but repeated in every episode. One star seemed too willing to slip into a well-known ranting mode. The behind-the-scenes sketches, meanwhile, simply provoked the idea 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 solely presented the viewpoint of Amanda Knox. So, while there probably is an interesting drama to be made about the horrific 2007 murder, this was not it. The subject matter needed to be handled with care. Instead, the series laboured awkwardly to find the right tone, lumbering from oddly breezy, somewhat mannered farce to inevitably, real-life horror. Complex? Arguably. A complete mess? Absolutely.
We love the lead actor ⌠but did we believe him playing the most brilliant maths genius in history, a man so intelligent heâs on the verge of a breakthrough that could destabilise society? Nope! This international thriller about government agencies targeting â and eliminating â intellectuals honestly got more absurd by the second. Formulaic nonsense.
This uncritical portrait followed the online personality notorious for sexual escapades as she prepared for her biggest feat yet. What on earth would possess her? What we wanted was way more interrogation of her true psychology, plus those of the men in the queue. They could at least have spoken to the legendary mum who showed up to drag her son out of the queue. What we got was disturbing imagery and zero critical analysis of her notoriety whatsoever. It's staggering to consider, the filmmaker has a young daughter too.
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