Looking back, we reflect on the television offerings of the recent year, a selection of shows stand out not for their brilliance, but for their notable failures. Ranging from awkward spin-offs to bafflingly poor docuseries, here are the programmes that had us scratching our heads or just reaching for the remote.
Where to begin with this divisive spin-off? Plagued with dreadful writing, painful character development (justice for Miranda!), and a mere 71 seconds of beloved Samantha, the show struggled to justify its existence. Briefly, as the third season began, it looked like it had at last hit its stride. Then came an episode centered on Seemaâs natural deodorant. No wonder the showrunner announced this would be the final series. It ended on a bum note; the lingering shot of Mirandaâs toilet flooded with poo was just way too on-the-nose. Yet, viewers certainly had a hoot dissecting every single âwtf?â episode. And as Carrie â once again single â twirled 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 smallest of this show's issues. The subject of a exceedingly uncommon no-star review, it was difficult to know where to start listing the problems. The hilariously leaden writing? The tedious glorification of wealth and consumption? The seemingly deliberate procession of cliches? Acting so poor they felt almost spiteful? Suffice it to say âall of the aboveâ and never speak of this show again. However, a second season has been ordered, so weâre likely going to have to.
Considering the legal troubles, abuse claims and parental shortcomings, itâs reasonable to say Charlie Sheen has been a troubled figure. Not that youâd really have gleaned it from this three-part docuseries which chuckled along at Sheenâs various bouts of self-destructive excess while struggling to tell us anything we didnât already know. Rather, it felt as if this loose cannon was being indulged, so any pity this series might induce should be saved for the people who have had to suffer proximity with this charming but dismissive narcissist.
Naturally we knew it was ridiculous from the outset: a drama about a supercomputer known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either save the world â or annihilate all of humanity. We stuck with it out of sheer admiration for its leads ⊠but by the end, it felt like even they had stopped bothering. One scarcely reacted when his character died, and the other ultimately hacking Charlie with an axe ⊠in painfully slow-motion. Talk about giving up the ghost.
Dodgy figures meeting in empty boxing gyms? The Prodigyâs Firestarter jackhammering away in club scenes? The late 90s called and wants its crime drama back.
Actually, that is harsh on the gangland dramas of the late 90s. Many look a bit old-fashioned now, but at least they didnât endure the embarrassment of having to accommodate unconvincing accents. But there were plenty of other problems. Primarily that it was just profoundly boring; a dispute over drug-selling territory between various London rogues which seemed rather simplistic.
Considering the degree to which she provokes the ire of the nationâs performatively angry commentators, itâs almost easy to applaud the Duchess of Sussexâs various forays into twee homemaking as intentional statements. But then you watch them and are compelled to admit that in this case, they may have a point. Itâs like watching a lifestyle magazine animated; a poster for wine oâclock with delusions of grandeur; a procession of snoozing dogs, humming beehives, sentimental sayings and forgettable crafting âtipsâ youâll not remember instantly. All underpinned by vast, largely unearned wealth. Ugh.
There are clearly interesting things to be discussed about regarding Victoria Beckham and her journey with career, self-image, self-acceptance. But for some reason, this documentary series chose not to explore them. Rather, the viewing was akin to reading a sales catalogue. She obviously has good reason to resent what she describes as her âmiserable cowâ image. But unfortunately, she didnât do herself any favours with this guarded letdown 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 sharp-tongued personality managing her estate. What more could you ask for? As players competed, there was plenty of betrayal and squabbling. But the rules quickly became incomprehensible: itâs even now too complicated to detail what exactly was happening. Even more disappointingly, we only saw brief appearances 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 way beyond it.
How do you succeed a show that captured a generation? The pressure was immense for this starry romcom about Jessica, a rosy-eyed New Yorker who lands in London with a broken heart. The star seized the opportunity by the horns and was a delight to watch, embodying Austen levels of romantic ideals. But it was all very glossy and, ironically, was insufficient. Plus, the abundance of famous friends involved felt icky.
Not good enough to be âunevenâ.
Given the smart recruitment of gifted emerging comics, hopes 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 familiar irate mode. The behind-the-scenes sketches, in contrast, simply provoked the idea that they should probably have stayed in there a while longer.
This dramatisation of the story of Amanda Knox was executive produced by Amanda Knox and pretty much solely showcased the perspective of Amanda Knox. So, while there undoubtedly is an interesting drama to be made about the tragic 2007 murder, this was not it. The subject matter needed to be handled with care. Instead, the series struggled painfully to find the right tone, lumbering from oddly breezy, somewhat mannered farce to inevitably, real-life horror. Twisted? Arguably. A total mess? Absolutely.
We admire the star ⊠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 destabilise society? Nope! This globe-trotting thriller about secret services targeting â and eliminating â intellectuals frankly got more absurd by the second. Formulaic nonsense.
This uncritical portrait followed the online personality renowned for sexual exploits as she undertook her biggest challenge yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we craved was way more examination of her actual psychology, plus those of the men in the line. They could at least have interviewed the legendary mum who showed up to drag her son away from the queue. What we got was disturbing shots and absolutely no interrogation of her notoriety whatsoever. It's staggering to consider, the filmmaker has a teenage daughter too.
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