Looking back, we consider the TV offerings of the recent year, a handful of shows stand out not for their brilliance, but for their notable failures. Ranging from awkward spin-offs to bafflingly poor documentaries, here are the productions that had us scratching our heads or simply reaching for the remote.
Where to begin with this love/hate follow-up? Plagued with dreadful scripts, cringe-inducing arcs (justice for Miranda!), and a mere 71 seconds of beloved Samantha, the series fought to justify its existence. Briefly, as the final season began, it seemed as if it had finally found its groove. Then arrived an episode centered on Seemaâs natural deodorant. Little surprise the creator declared this would be the last series. It concluded on a bum note; the lingering shot of Mirandaâs loo flooded with poo was simply too symbolic. Yet, viewers undeniably found joy picking apart every single âwtf?â moment. And as Carrie â a single woman once more â danced around her palatial townhouse to Barry White, who didnât release a small sob?
âCan Kim Kardashian act? Of course she canât.â
But that was practically the least of this show's problems. The recipient of a very rare zero star review, it was hard to know where to begin listing the problems. The hilariously wooden dialogue? The tedious veneration of wealth and materialism? The almost deliberate parade of cliches? Performances so poor they felt borderline malicious? Suffice it to say âall of the aboveâ and never speak of this series again. Except, a second season has been commissioned, so weâre likely going to have to.
Given the legal troubles, abuse claims and parental failures, itâs fair to say Charlie Sheen has been a troubled figure. Not that youâd really have known it from this three-part documentary which smirked its way at Sheenâs various episodes of self-destructive excess while struggling to tell us anything we weren't already aware of. Rather, it felt as if this loose cannon was being indulged, so any sympathy this show might induce should be saved for the people who have had to endure proximity with this charming but flippant narcissist.
Naturally we knew it was preposterous from the get-go: a thriller about a AI known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either solve global crises â or annihilate all of humanity. We persevered out of sheer love 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 ended up slicing Charlie with an axe ⌠in painfully slow-motion. Talk about admitting defeat.
Dodgy characters convening in deserted boxing gyms? A certain band's Firestarter blaring in club scenes? The late 90s called and demands its gangland drama back.
In truth, that is harsh on the gangland dramas of the late 90s. Many seem a little dated now, but at least they didnât suffer the embarrassment of having to accommodate unconvincing accents. But there were many other issues. Primarily that it was just really boring; a conflict over drug-selling territory between various London rogues which felt rather simplistic.
Considering the degree to which she provokes the ire of certain ostentatiously enraged commentators, itâs almost tempting to applaud the Duchess of Sussexâs televised forays into quaint homemaking as intentional provocations. But then you view them and are forced to admit that in this case, they might have a point. Itâs like watching a lifestyle magazine come to life; a meme for wine oâclock with delusions of grandeur; a procession of sleeping dogs, buzzing beehives, sentimental platitudes and pointless crafting âtipsâ youâll forget instantly. All supported by vast, largely unearned wealth. Ugh.
There are obviously interesting things to be said about regarding Victoria Beckham and her journey with career, self-image, self-worth. But for some reason, this documentary series chose not to say them. Rather, the viewing was like consuming a sales brochure. She obviously has good reason to bridle at what she describes as her âmiserable cowâ image. But sadly, she didnât do herself any favours with this cagey letdown of a series.
It should have been the next big hit â except even more extravagant, with a famous star playing dead and a well-known personality managing her inheritance. 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 explain what precisely was happening. Even more disappointingly, we only saw glimpses of the star via prerecorded videos. The series ended up reeking of a programme that was straining desperately to live up to something far greater than it.
How does one follow a show that defined a generation? The expectation was immense for this glitzy romantic comedy 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 not enough. Plus, the abundance of famous friends involved felt icky.
Not even good enough to be âpatchyâ.
Given the smart inclusion of gifted emerging comics, expectations were high. But sadly, most of it fell flat. A recurring sketch was a single joke stretched to a husk but recurring 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 stayed in there a bit longer.
This dramatisation 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 undoubtedly is an interesting drama to be made about the horrific 2007 murder, this isnât it. The material needed to be handled with care. Instead, the series struggled painfully to find the right voice, lurching from oddly breezy, somewhat stylised farce to ultimately, real-life horror. Complex? Arguably. A total mess? Absolutely.
We love the star ⌠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 destabilise society? Nope! This international thriller about secret services targeting â and eliminating â intellectuals honestly got more farcical by the second. Silliness-by-numbers.
This hagiography followed the online personality renowned for sexual exploits as she prepared for her biggest challenge yet. What on earth would possess 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 drag her son out of the queue. What we got was horrific imagery and absolutely no critical analysis of her infamy whatsoever. It's staggering to consider, the documentary-maker has a young daughter too.
Elena is a freelance writer and mindfulness coach who loves exploring the power of positive thinking.