Looking back, we reflect on the television landscape of the past year, a selection of series emerge not for their excellence, but for their spectacular failures. From cringe-inducing spin-offs to confusingly poor documentaries, here are the programmes that had us scratching our heads or simply reaching for the remote.
Where to begin with this divisive spin-off? Plagued with dreadful writing, cringe-inducing character development (justice for Miranda!), and a paltry 71 seconds of beloved Samantha, the show fought to justify its existence. Briefly, as the third series began, it looked like it had finally hit its stride. Then arrived an installment centered on Seemaâs natural deodorant. Little surprise the showrunner announced this would be the last series. It ended on a bum note; the lingering shot of Mirandaâs toilet flooded with poo was just way too on-the-nose. Still, viewers certainly found joy dissecting every single âwhat on earth?â episode. And as Carrie â once again single â twirled around her sprawling 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 almost the smallest of this drama's issues. The subject of a very rare no-star review, it was difficult to know where to begin enumerating the flaws. The hilariously wooden dialogue? The mind-numbing veneration of wealth and consumption? The almost wilful parade of cliches? Performances so bad they felt almost spiteful? Letâs just say âeach and every oneâ and forget about this show again. However, a second season has been ordered, so weâre probably going to have to.
Considering the restraining orders, abuse allegations and parental failures, itâs fair to say Charlie Sheen has been a bad boy. Not youâd really have gleaned it from this three-part documentary which smirked its way at Sheenâs various episodes of reckless excess while struggling to tell us a single thing we weren't already aware of. Instead, it felt as if this volatile personality was being indulged, so any sympathy this series might evoke should be saved for the people who have had to suffer close contact with this charismatic but dismissive narcissist.
Of course we knew it was preposterous from the get-go: a drama about a AI known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either solve global crises â or annihilate all of humanity. We persevered out of pure admiration for its leads ⊠but by the end, it felt like even they had given up trying. One scarcely reacted when his character died, and the other ultimately hacking Charlie with an axe ⊠in painfully slow-motion. Talk about admitting defeat.
Shady characters convening in empty boxing gyms? A certain band's 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 look a bit old-fashioned now, but at least they didnât suffer the ignominy of having to indulge unconvincing accents. But there were plenty of other issues. Primarily that it was just really dull; a conflict over narcotics territory between various cockney picaresques which felt rather simplistic.
Considering the extent to which she provokes the ire of certain ostentatiously enraged commentators, itâs temptingly easy to applaud the Duchess of Sussexâs televised ventures into quaint homemaking as intentional statements. But then you watch them and are forced to concede that actually, they may have a point. Itâs like watching a lifestyle catalogue come to life; a poster for evening drinks with ideas of grandeur; a parade of snoozing dogs, buzzing beehives, sentimental platitudes and forgettable crafting âtipsâ youâll forget instantly. All underpinned by vast, mostly unearned wealth. Ugh.
There are obviously fascinating things to be discussed about both Victoria Beckham and her journey with vocation, self-image, self-acceptance. But for some reason, this documentary series opted not to explore them. Instead, the experience was akin to reading a marketing brochure. She obviously has good reason to resent what she describes as her âmiserable cowâ image. But sadly, she failed to do herself any helps with this guarded non-event of a series.
It should have been the next cultural phenomenon â except even more extravagant, with a glamorous star playing dead and a well-known personality managing her estate. What more could you ask for? As players competed, there was plenty of backstabbing and squabbling. But the rules quickly became incomprehensible: itâs still too complicated to detail what precisely was happening. Even more regrettably, we only saw glimpses of the star via filmed videos. The show ended up reeking of a production that was trying way too hard to live up to something way beyond it.
How does one succeed a show that defined a generation? The pressure was immense for this starry romantic comedy about Jessica, a rosy-eyed New Yorker who arrives 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 ideals. But it was all very slick and, paradoxically, was not enough. Plus, the abundance of famous cameos involved felt icky.
Not good enough to be âunevenâ.
Given the shrewd inclusion of gifted emerging comics, expectations were high. But unhappily, most of it fell flat. A particular 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, 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 overseen by Amanda Knox and pretty much exclusively presented the viewpoint of Amanda Knox. So, while there probably is an interesting drama to be made about the tragic 2007 murder, this isnât it. The material needed to be handled with care. Instead, the series struggled painfully to find the right voice, lumbering from oddly breezy, somewhat stylised farce to ultimately, real-life horror. Complex? Perhaps. A total mess? Very much so.
We admire the lead actor ⊠but did we buy him playing the greatest maths genius in history, a man so intelligent heâs on the verge of a breakthrough that could destabilise society? No! This international thriller about government agencies targeting â and eliminating â academics frankly got more absurd by the second. Formulaic nonsense.
This uncritical portrait followed the online personality renowned for sexual escapades as she undertook her most extreme challenge yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we wanted was far greater interrogation of her true psychology, plus those of the men in the line. They could at least have spoken to the legendary mum who appeared to drag her son out of the queue. What we got was horrific 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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