That Drifting Excrement Was Far Too Symbolic! These Are the TV Disappointments of the Year.
As we consider the television offerings of the recent year, a selection of shows emerge not for their brilliance, but for their notable shortcomings. Ranging from cringe-inducing sequels to confusingly bad documentaries, here are the programmes that had us scratching our heads or simply reaching for the remote.
And Just Like That
How to start with this love/hate follow-up? Plagued with woeful writing, cringe-inducing character development (justice for Miranda!), and a mere 71 seconds of fan-favourite Samantha, the show struggled to justify its existence. Briefly, as the third series started, it looked like it had at last found its groove. Then arrived an installment centered on Seemaâs natural deodorant. Little surprise the creator announced this would be the last series. It concluded on a low point; the lingering shot of Mirandaâs loo flooded with poo was just way too symbolic. Still, viewers certainly had a hoot dissecting every single âwhat on earth?â episode. And as Carrie â once again single â danced around her sprawling townhouse to Barry White, who didnât let out a small sob?
Allâs Fair
âCan Kim Kardashian act? The answer is a resounding no.â
But that was almost the smallest of this show's problems. The subject of a very rare zero star assessment, it was hard to know where to start enumerating the flaws. The hilariously wooden dialogue? The mind-numbing veneration of wealth and consumption? The almost wilful parade of tropes? Performances so poor they felt almost malicious? Letâs just say âall of the aboveâ and forget about this show again. Except, a second season has been commissioned, so weâre likely going to have to.
AKA Charlie Sheen
Given the restraining orders, abuse allegations and parental failures, itâs reasonable to say Charlie Sheen has been a troubled figure. Not youâd truly have gleaned it from this three-part documentary which chuckled along at Sheenâs various episodes of reckless excess 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 pity this series might evoke should be saved for the people who have had to suffer proximity with this charismatic but dismissive egotist.
The Supercomputer Drama
Naturally we knew it was preposterous from the outset: 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 barely reacted 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.
MobLand
Shady characters convening in deserted boxing gyms? The Prodigyâs Firestarter jackhammering away in club scenes? The late 90s called and demands its gangland drama back.
In truth, 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 ignominy of having to accommodate baffling accents. But there were plenty of other issues. Mainly that it was just profoundly dull; a dispute over drug-selling territory between various London picaresques which felt a bit basic.
With Love, Meghan
Considering the degree to which she provokes the ire of certain performatively enraged commentators, itâs temptingly easy to admire the Duchess of Sussexâs televised ventures into twee homemaking as deliberate provocations. But then you watch them and are compelled to admit that actually, they might have a point. Itâs like watching a homeware catalogue animated; a poster for evening drinks with delusions of grandeur; a procession of snoozing dogs, humming beehives, Hallmark sayings and forgettable crafting âhacksâ youâll not remember instantly. All supported by vast, largely unearned wealth. Ugh.
The Beckham Documentary
There are clearly interesting things to be discussed about both Victoria Beckham and her journey with career, identity, self-worth. But for whatever reason, this three-part series opted not to say them. Instead, the viewing was akin to consuming a sales catalogue. She clearly has good reason to bridle at 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.
The Game Show
It had the potential to be the next cultural phenomenon â except even camper, with a glamorous star as a deceased benefactor and a well-known personality overseeing her inheritance. What more could you ask for? As contestants battled it out, there was plenty of backstabbing and arguing. But the rules quickly became bewildering: itâs still too complicated to explain what precisely was happening. Even more regrettably, we only saw glimpses of the star via filmed videos. The show ended up reeking of a programme that was trying way too hard to emulate something way beyond it.
Too Much
How do you succeed a show that captured a generation? The expectation was immense for this starry romantic comedy about Jessica, a hopeful New Yorker who lands in London with a shattered romance. The lead actress seized the opportunity by the horns and was a delight to watch, embodying Austen levels of romantic notions. But it was all very slick and, ironically, was insufficient. Plus, the sheer amount of celebrity friends involved felt icky.
The Sketch Show Return
Not good enough to be âunevenâ.
Given the shrewd recruitment of gifted 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 well-known ranting mode. The writing room sketches, in contrast, simply inspired the idea that they should probably have stayed 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 exclusively presented the viewpoint of Amanda Knox. So, while there probably is an compelling drama to be made about the horrific 2007 murder, this was not it. The subject matter needed to be treated with care. Rather, the series struggled painfully to find the right voice, lurching from oddly breezy, slightly mannered farce to ultimately, real-life horror. Complex? Perhaps. A complete mess? Absolutely.
Prime Target
We love the lead actor ⌠but did we buy him playing the most brilliant maths genius in history, a man so intelligent heâs on the verge of a discovery that could destabilise society? Nope! This globe-trotting thriller about government agencies spying on â and eliminating â academics honestly got more farcical by the second. Silliness-by-numbers.
1000 Men and Me: The Bonnie Blue Story
This hagiography followed the content creator renowned for explicit exploits as she prepared for her most extreme challenge yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we craved was way more examination of her true psyche, plus those of the men in the queue. They could at least have spoken to the now-famous mum who appeared to haul her son away from the queue. What we got was disturbing imagery and zero interrogation of her infamy whatsoever. It's staggering to consider, the filmmaker has a teenage daughter too.