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Looking back, we consider the television offerings of the recent year, a selection of series emerge not for their excellence, but for their notable failures. From awkward spin-offs to confusingly bad docuseries, here are the programmes that left us scratching our heads or simply reaching for the remote.
How to start with this divisive follow-up? Burdened with woeful writing, painful character development (justice for Miranda!), and a mere 71 seconds of fan-favourite Samantha, the show struggled to find its footing. For a moment, as the final season started, it looked like it had finally found its groove. Then arrived an episode all about Seemaâs natural deodorant. Little surprise the showrunner declared this would be the final season. It concluded on a bum note; the lingering shot of Mirandaâs loo full of poo was just way too on-the-nose. Still, viewers certainly had a hoot dissecting every single âwtf?â episode. And as Carrie â once again single â danced around her sprawling townhouse to Barry White, who couldn't let out a little sob?
âIs Kim Kardashian an actress? The answer is a resounding no.â
But that was almost the least of this drama's issues. The recipient of a very rare zero star review, it was hard to know where to start enumerating the flaws. The hilariously leaden writing? The mind-numbing veneration of wealth and consumption? The seemingly deliberate parade of tropes? Performances so poor they felt borderline spiteful? Suffice it to say âall of the aboveâ and never speak of this series again. Except, a second season has been commissioned, so weâre probably going to have to.
Considering the restraining orders, abuse claims and parental failures, itâs reasonable to say Charlie Sheen has been a bad boy. Not youâd truly have known it from this multi-part docuseries which chuckled along at Sheenâs various bouts of self-destructive hedonism while failing to tell us a single thing we weren't already aware of. Rather, it felt as if this loose cannon was being pandered to, so any pity this series might induce should be reserved for the people who have had to endure close contact with this charming but dismissive narcissist.
Naturally we understood it was preposterous from the outset: a drama about a supercomputer known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either solve global crises â or destroy all of humanity. We persevered out of pure 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 hacking Charlie with an axe ⌠in painfully slow-motion. That's what you call admitting defeat.
Shady characters meeting in empty boxing gyms? A certain band's Firestarter blaring in club scenes? The late 90s called and demands its crime drama back.
In truth, that is unfair on the gangland dramas of the late 90s. Many look a little dated now, but at least they didnât endure the ignominy of having to indulge baffling accents. But there were many other issues. Primarily that it was just really dull; a conflict over narcotics territory between various London picaresques which felt rather simplistic.
Considering the extent to which she provokes the ire of certain performatively enraged commentators, itâs temptingly easy to admire the Duchess of Sussexâs various ventures into quaint lifestyle as intentional provocations. But then you watch them and are compelled to concede that actually, they might have a point. Itâs like watching a homeware magazine animated; a poster for evening drinks with delusions of grandeur; a procession of snoozing dogs, humming beehives, Hallmark sayings and forgettable crafting âtipsâ youâll forget instantly. All supported by vast, largely undeserved wealth. Ugh.
There are obviously fascinating things to be discussed about both Victoria Beckham and her journey with career, self-image, self-acceptance. But for some reason, this documentary series opted not to explore them. Instead, the viewing was like reading a sales catalogue. She clearly has every right to bridle at what she describes as her âsternâ image. But sadly, she didnât do herself any favours with this cagey non-event of a series.
It had the potential to be the next big hit â except even camper, with a glamorous star playing dead and a well-known personality overseeing her estate. What more could you want? As contestants battled it out, there was plenty of backstabbing and arguing. But the rules quickly became bewildering: itâs still too confusing to detail what precisely was happening. Even more regrettably, we only saw glimpses of the star via filmed videos. The series ended up reeking of a production that was trying way too hard to live up to something far greater than it.
How do you succeed a show that defined a generation? The pressure was immense for this glitzy romcom about Jessica, a rosy-eyed New Yorker who lands in London with a shattered romance. The star seized the opportunity by the horns and was joyous to watch, embodying Austen levels of romantic notions. But it was all very glossy and, ironically, was insufficient. Plus, the abundance of celebrity friends involved felt icky.
Not good enough to be âunevenâ.
Given the shrewd recruitment of talented younger comics, expectations were high. But sadly, most of it didnât land. A particular sketch was a one-note joke stretched to a dry pulp but recurring in every episode. One star seemed too willing to slip into a well-known ranting mode. The behind-the-scenes sketches, in contrast, simply provoked the idea that they should probably have stayed in there a while longer.
This retelling of the story of Amanda Knox was overseen by Amanda Knox and pretty much exclusively presented 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 treated with care. Instead, the series struggled painfully to find the right voice, lurching from strangely jaunty, somewhat mannered farce to ultimately, real-life horror. Twisted? Perhaps. A total mess? Very much so.
We admire the lead actor ⌠but did we buy him playing the most brilliant maths genius in history, a man so intelligent heâs on the brink of a discovery that could ruin society? No! This globe-trotting thriller about secret services targeting â and killing off â academics honestly got more farcical by the second. Formulaic nonsense.
This uncritical portrait followed the content creator notorious for explicit exploits as she undertook her biggest feat yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we wanted was far greater examination of her true psychology, plus those of the men in the queue. They could at least have spoken to the legendary mum who appeared to drag her son away from the queue. What we got was disturbing shots and absolutely no critical analysis of her infamy whatsoever. It's staggering to consider, the documentary-maker has a young daughter too.
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