That Floating Excrement Was Far Too Meaningful! It's the Television Disappointments of the Past Year.
As we consider the TV landscape of the past year, a selection of shows emerge not for their excellence, but for their spectacular shortcomings. From cringe-inducing spin-offs to confusingly bad documentaries, here are the productions that left us scratching our heads or just reaching for the remote.
The 'Sex and the City' Sequel
Where to begin with this divisive follow-up? Burdened with woeful scripts, cringe-inducing character development (justice for Miranda!), and a paltry 71 seconds of fan-favourite Samantha, the series fought to justify its existence. For a moment, as the final series began, it seemed as if it had finally hit its stride. Then came an installment centered on Seemaâs natural deodorant. Little surprise the showrunner declared this would be the last season. It concluded on a bum note; the lingering shot of Mirandaâs loo flooded with poo was just way too on-the-nose. Yet, viewers undeniably had a hoot dissecting every single âwhat on earth?â episode. And as Carrie â once again single â danced around her palatial townhouse to Barry White, who didnât release a little sob?
Allâs Fair
âCan Kim Kardashian act? Of course she canât.â
But that was practically the least of this drama's issues. The recipient of a exceedingly uncommon no-star assessment, it was hard to know where to begin enumerating the flaws. The laughably leaden dialogue? The tedious glorification of affluence and materialism? The seemingly wilful procession of cliches? Acting so poor they felt borderline malicious? Letâs just say âeach and every oneâ and forget about this show again. Except, a second season has been commissioned, so weâre probably going to have to.
AKA Charlie Sheen
Considering the legal troubles, domestic violence allegations and parental failures, itâs reasonable to say Charlie Sheen has been a bad boy. Not that youâd truly have known it from this three-part docuseries which chuckled along at Sheenâs various bouts of self-destructive hedonism while struggling to tell us anything we didnât already know. Instead, it felt as if this volatile personality was being indulged, so any sympathy this show might evoke should be reserved for the people who have had to suffer proximity with this charming but dismissive egotist.
The Iris Affair
Naturally we knew it was preposterous from the get-go: a thriller about a supercomputer 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 barely cared when his character died, and the other ended up hacking Charlie with an axe ⊠in painfully slow-motion. Talk about giving up the ghost.
MobLand
Shady figures convening in deserted boxing gyms? A certain band's Firestarter jackhammering away in club scenes? The late 90s called and demands its gangland drama back.
In truth, that is harsh on the crime shows of the late 90s. Many look a bit dated now, but at least they didnât suffer the embarrassment of having to indulge unconvincing dialects. But there were many other issues. Primarily that it was just profoundly dull; a dispute over narcotics territory between various London picaresques which seemed a bit basic.
With Love, Meghan
Considering the extent to which she provokes the ire of the nationâs performatively enraged commentators, itâs temptingly tempting to applaud the Duchess of Sussexâs various forays into quaint lifestyle as intentional provocations. But then you view them and are compelled to admit that in this case, they may have a point. Itâs like watching a lifestyle magazine animated; a meme for evening drinks with delusions of grandeur; a procession of sleeping dogs, humming beehives, Hallmark sayings and pointless crafting âhacksâ youâll not remember instantly. All underpinned by immense, mostly undeserved wealth. Ugh.
The Beckham Documentary
There are clearly fascinating things to be said about regarding Victoria Beckham and her struggles with career, self-image, self-worth. But for some reason, this documentary series opted not to say them. Instead, the viewing was like consuming a marketing brochure. She obviously has good reason to bridle at what she describes as her âsternâ image. But sadly, she didnât do herself any favours with this guarded letdown of a series.
The Game Show
It had the potential to be the next big hit â except even camper, with a glamorous star as a deceased benefactor and a well-known personality overseeing her estate. What more could you want? As contestants competed, there was plenty of backstabbing and squabbling. But the rules quickly became incomprehensible: itâs still too complicated to explain what precisely was happening. Even more disappointingly, we only saw glimpses of the star via filmed videos. The series ended up reeking of a production that was straining desperately to emulate something way beyond it.
Too Much
How do you succeed a show that defined a generation? The pressure was immense for this starry romcom about Jessica, a rosy-eyed New Yorker who arrives in London with a broken heart. The lead actress took her biggest role by the horns and was joyous to watch, reveling in Austen levels of romantic ideals. But it was all very glossy and, ironically, was insufficient. Plus, the sheer amount of celebrity cameos involved felt uncomfortable.
The Sketch Show Return
Not good enough to be âpatchyâ.
Given the smart recruitment of talented younger comics, expectations were high. But unhappily, most of it fell flat. A recurring sketch was a one-note joke stretched to a husk but repeated in every episode. One star seemed too willing to slip into a familiar ranting mode. The writing room sketches, meanwhile, simply provoked the idea that they should probably have remained in there a bit longer.
The Knox Dramatisation
This dramatisation of the story of Amanda Knox was overseen by Amanda Knox and pretty much exclusively showcased the perspective of Amanda Knox. So, while there probably is an compelling drama to be made about the horrific 2007 murder, this isnât it. The material needed to be handled with care. Rather, the series struggled painfully to find the right tone, lumbering from oddly jaunty, slightly stylised farce to inevitably, real-life horror. Twisted? Arguably. A complete mess? Very much so.
Prime Target
We admire the lead actor ⊠but did we buy him playing the greatest maths genius in history, a man so smart heâs on the verge of a breakthrough that could ruin society? No! This globe-trotting thriller about government agencies spying on â and killing off â intellectuals honestly got more absurd by the second. Formulaic nonsense.
1000 Men and Me: The Bonnie Blue Story
This uncritical portrait followed the content creator renowned for explicit escapades as she prepared for her most extreme feat yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we craved was far greater interrogation of her actual psyche, plus those of the men in the queue. They could at least have interviewed the legendary mum who showed up to drag her son out of the queue. What we got was disturbing shots and absolutely no critical analysis of her notoriety whatsoever. And to think, the filmmaker has a young daughter too.