That Floating Poo Was Far Too Meaningful! These Are the TV Letdowns of the Year.
As we reflect on the television offerings of the recent year, a selection of shows stand out not for their brilliance, but for their notable shortcomings. Ranging from cringe-inducing spin-offs to confusingly bad docuseries, here are the productions that left us utterly bewildered or simply reaching for the remote.
And Just Like That
Where to begin with this divisive spin-off? Burdened with woeful scripts, painful character development (justice for Miranda!), and a paltry 71 seconds of fan-favourite Samantha, the show fought to justify its existence. For a moment, as the final series started, it looked like it had finally found its groove. Then arrived an episode centered on Seemaās natural deodorant. No wonder the showrunner announced this would be the last season. It ended on a low point; the closeup of Mirandaās toilet flooded with poo was just way too symbolic. Yet, fans certainly had a hoot dissecting every single āwhat on earth?ā episode. And as Carrie ā a single woman once more ā danced around her sprawling townhouse to Barry White, who didnāt let out a small sob?
Allās Fair
āCan Kim Kardashian act? Of course she canāt.ā
But that was almost the smallest of this show's problems. The recipient of a very rare zero star assessment, it was hard to know where to start listing the flaws. The hilariously leaden dialogue? The mind-numbing glorification of affluence and consumption? The almost wilful procession of tropes? Performances so bad they felt borderline malicious? Suffice it to say āall of the aboveā and never speak of this show again. However, a second season has been ordered, so weāre likely going to have to.
AKA Charlie Sheen
Given the restraining orders, abuse claims and parental shortcomings, itās fair to say Charlie Sheen has been a troubled figure. Not youād truly have gleaned it from this multi-part docuseries which smirked its way at Sheenās various episodes of self-destructive hedonism while struggling to tell us anything we didnāt already know. Rather, it felt as if this loose cannon was being indulged, so any sympathy this series might evoke should be reserved for the people who have had to endure proximity with this charismatic but dismissive egotist.
The Supercomputer Drama
Of course we understood it was ridiculous from the outset: a thriller about a supercomputer known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either save the world ā or destroy all of humanity. We persevered out of pure admiration for its stars ⦠but by the end, it felt like even they had given up trying. One scarcely reacted when his character died, and the other ended up slicing Charlie with an axe ⦠in super slow-motion. Talk about admitting defeat.
The Gangster Drama
Shady figures meeting in empty boxing gyms? The Prodigyās Firestarter jackhammering away in club scenes? The late 90s called and wants its crime drama back.
Actually, that is unfair on the gangland dramas of the late 90s. Many seem a little dated now, but at least they didnāt endure the embarrassment of having to indulge unconvincing dialects. But there were plenty of other problems. Mainly that it was just really boring; a conflict over drug-selling territory between various London picaresques which felt rather simplistic.
With Love, Meghan
Given the degree to which she grinds the gears of the nationās ostentatiously angry commentators, itās almost tempting to applaud the Duchess of Sussexās various forays into twee homemaking as deliberate statements. But then you watch them and are forced to concede that in this case, they may have a point. Itās like watching a homeware magazine animated; a poster for evening drinks with ideas of grandeur; a parade of sleeping dogs, buzzing beehives, sentimental sayings and forgettable crafting ātipsā youāll not remember instantly. All underpinned by immense, largely unearned wealth. Ugh.
Victoria Beckham
There are obviously fascinating things to be discussed about regarding Victoria Beckham and her journey with career, identity, self-worth. But for whatever reason, this documentary series opted not to explore them. Rather, the viewing was like consuming a marketing catalogue. She obviously has good reason to bridle at what she describes as her āmiserable cowā image. But sadly, she failed to do herself any favours with this cagey letdown of a series.
The Inheritance
It had the potential to be the next big hit ā except even camper, with a glamorous star as a deceased benefactor and a sharp-tongued personality overseeing her estate. What more could you want? As contestants competed, there was plenty of betrayal and squabbling. But the rules quickly became incomprehensible: itās even now too complicated to explain what precisely was happening. Even more disappointingly, 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 far greater than it.
The Lena Dunham Romcom
How does one succeed a show that defined a generation? The pressure was immense for this glitzy romantic comedy about Jessica, a hopeful New Yorker who arrives in London with a shattered romance. The lead actress seized the opportunity by the horns and was joyous to watch, reveling in Jane Austen levels of romantic ideals. But it was all very slick and, paradoxically, was not enough. Plus, the abundance of famous friends involved felt icky.
Mitchell & Webb Are Not Helping
Not even good enough to be āunevenā.
Given the shrewd recruitment of talented emerging comics, expectations were high. But sadly, most of it fell flat. A particular sketch was a single joke milked to a dry pulp but repeated in every episode. One star seemed too ready to slip into a well-known ranting mode. The behind-the-scenes sketches, in contrast, simply provoked the idea that they should probably have remained in there a while longer.
The Twisted Tale of Amanda Knox
This retelling of the story of Amanda Knox was overseen 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 isnāt it. The subject matter needed to be handled sensitively. Rather, the series laboured awkwardly to find the right voice, lurching from strangely breezy, somewhat mannered farce to ultimately, real-life horror. Twisted? Arguably. A complete mess? Absolutely.
The Maths Genius Thriller
We admire the lead actor ⦠but did we believe him playing the most brilliant maths genius in history, a man so intelligent heās on the brink of a breakthrough that could ruin society? No! This globe-trotting thriller about secret services targeting ā and killing off ā intellectuals frankly got more farcical by the second. Formulaic nonsense.
The Bonnie Blue Documentary
This uncritical portrait followed the online personality notorious for explicit exploits as she undertook her most extreme feat yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we wanted was far greater interrogation of her actual psyche, plus those of the men in the line. They could at least have interviewed the legendary mum who showed up to haul her son out of the queue. What we got was horrific imagery and zero interrogation of her infamy whatsoever. And to think, the documentary-maker has a young daughter too.