That Floating Poo Was Way Too Meaningful! These Are the TV Letdowns of the Past Year.
As we consider the TV landscape of the recent year, a selection of shows stand out not for their excellence, but for their spectacular failures. Ranging from cringe-inducing sequels to confusingly bad docuseries, here are the programmes that left us utterly bewildered or just reaching for the remote.
The 'Sex and the City' Sequel
How to start with this love/hate spin-off? Burdened with dreadful scripts, cringe-inducing arcs (we demand better for Miranda!), and a paltry 71 seconds of beloved Samantha, the series struggled to find its footing. Briefly, as the final season began, it seemed as if it had finally hit its stride. Then arrived an installment all about Seemaâs natural deodorant. Little surprise the showrunner declared this would be the final season. It ended on a low point; the lingering shot of Mirandaâs toilet flooded with poo was simply too symbolic. Yet, fans certainly found joy dissecting every single âwhat on earth?â moment. And as Carrie â once again single â twirled around her palatial townhouse to Barry White, who couldn't let out a small sob?
Allâs Fair
âCan Kim Kardashian act? Of course she canât.â
But that was almost the least of this show's problems. The recipient of a very rare no-star assessment, it was difficult to know where to start listing the problems. The laughably leaden writing? The mind-numbing glorification of affluence and consumption? The almost deliberate procession of tropes? Performances so poor they felt almost malicious? Letâs just say âeach and every oneâ and forget about this show again. Except, a second season has been ordered, so weâre likely going to have to.
The Charlie Sheen Documentary
Considering the legal troubles, domestic violence claims and fatherly shortcomings, itâs fair to say Charlie Sheen has been a troubled figure. Not youâd truly have gleaned it from this three-part docuseries which chuckled along at Sheenâs various bouts of self-destructive hedonism while failing to tell us a single thing we didnât already know. Rather, it felt as if this volatile personality was being pandered to, so any sympathy this series might induce should be reserved for the people who have had to endure close contact with this charming but dismissive egotist.
The Supercomputer Drama
Naturally we knew it was ridiculous from the get-go: a thriller 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 love for its stars ⊠but by the end, it felt like even they had stopped bothering. One scarcely cared when his character died, and the other ended up slicing Charlie with an axe ⊠in painfully slow-motion. That's what you call giving up the ghost.
The Gangster Drama
Shady figures convening in deserted boxing gyms? A certain band's Firestarter jackhammering away in club scenes? The late 90s called and wants its gangland drama back.
Actually, that is unfair on the crime shows of the late 90s. Many look a little old-fashioned now, but at least they didnât suffer the embarrassment of having to indulge unconvincing accents. But there were plenty of other issues. Primarily that it was just profoundly dull; a conflict over drug-selling territory between various cockney picaresques which felt rather simplistic.
With Love, Meghan
Given the extent 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 statements. But then you watch them and are compelled to concede that in this case, they might have a point. Itâs like watching a lifestyle catalogue come to life; a poster for wine oâclock with delusions of grandeur; a procession of snoozing dogs, buzzing beehives, Hallmark platitudes and forgettable crafting âhacksâ youâll not remember instantly. All underpinned by immense, mostly unearned wealth. Ugh.
Victoria Beckham
There are clearly interesting things to be said about both Victoria Beckham and her struggles with vocation, self-image, self-acceptance. But for whatever reason, this three-part series opted not to say them. Rather, the experience was akin to reading a sales brochure. She clearly has every right to bridle at what she describes as her âsternâ image. But unfortunately, she failed to do herself any favours with this cagey non-event of a series.
The Game Show
It had the potential to be the next cultural phenomenon â except even more extravagant, with a glamorous star playing dead and a well-known personality overseeing her inheritance. What more could you want? As contestants battled it out, there was plenty of betrayal and squabbling. 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 prerecorded videos. The show ended up reeking of a programme that was trying way too hard to emulate something way beyond it.
The Lena Dunham Romcom
How does one succeed a show that captured a generation? The expectation was enormous for this glitzy romantic comedy about Jessica, a hopeful New Yorker who lands in London with a shattered romance. The star seized the opportunity by the horns and was joyous to watch, reveling in Jane Austen levels of romantic notions. But it was all very slick and, ironically, was insufficient. Plus, the abundance of famous friends involved felt icky.
The Sketch Show Return
Not good enough to be âunevenâ.
Given the smart recruitment of gifted younger comics, expectations 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 willing to slip into a well-known irate mode. The behind-the-scenes sketches, meanwhile, simply provoked the idea that they should probably have remained in there a while longer.
The Knox Dramatisation
This retelling of the story of Amanda Knox was executive produced by Amanda Knox and pretty much solely showcased the viewpoint of Amanda Knox. So, while there probably is an compelling drama to be made about the tragic 2007 murder, this isnât it. The material needed to be handled with care. Instead, the series laboured awkwardly to find the right tone, lumbering from oddly jaunty, slightly stylised farce to inevitably, real-life horror. Twisted? Perhaps. A total mess? Very much so.
Prime Target
We admire the lead actor ⊠but did we believe him playing the most brilliant maths genius in history, a man so intelligent heâs on the brink of a breakthrough that could ruin society? Nope! This globe-trotting thriller about government agencies spying on â and eliminating â intellectuals frankly got more farcical by the second. Formulaic nonsense.
1000 Men and Me: The Bonnie Blue Story
This hagiography followed the online personality notorious for explicit escapades as she undertook her most extreme feat yet. What on earth would possess her? What we craved was way more examination of her true psyche, plus those of the men in the line. They could at least have interviewed the legendary mum who appeared to haul her son out of the queue. What we got was horrific imagery and absolutely no interrogation of her notoriety whatsoever. And to think, the filmmaker has a teenage daughter too.