I love a good conspiracy story.
I thought this would be one.
Nope.
The acting is wooden, the actors are clueless, the dialogue lacking... everything necessary for dialogue, with people standing around basically saying things like ' you're an idiot...' to which the brilliant reply is '...no, you are...' to which the first person says '... no, you are...' - Lather, rinse, repeat. Is it safe to assume that the writers were largely composed of Mrs. Spooners grade 3 public school class - gifted with enough sense not to actually use the word 'doody?'
I sat through the first two episodes hoping that things would improve at some point. I have never been so wrong in my life.
This series sets a new standard for awful TV programming, and can only be improved by having it forthrightly cancelled and a full, unreserved apology from everyone (from the guy that provides the lousy coffee on the set to the actual producer of this tripe) involved, with a written guarantee that they will, from this moment forward, cease and desist from ever engaging in anything resembling film making on any level ever again... ever.
Run away, don't look back, and don't ever tell anyone ever that you had so serious a lapse of judgment so as to have watched this.
I thought this would be one.
Nope.
The acting is wooden, the actors are clueless, the dialogue lacking... everything necessary for dialogue, with people standing around basically saying things like ' you're an idiot...' to which the brilliant reply is '...no, you are...' to which the first person says '... no, you are...' - Lather, rinse, repeat. Is it safe to assume that the writers were largely composed of Mrs. Spooners grade 3 public school class - gifted with enough sense not to actually use the word 'doody?'
I sat through the first two episodes hoping that things would improve at some point. I have never been so wrong in my life.
This series sets a new standard for awful TV programming, and can only be improved by having it forthrightly cancelled and a full, unreserved apology from everyone (from the guy that provides the lousy coffee on the set to the actual producer of this tripe) involved, with a written guarantee that they will, from this moment forward, cease and desist from ever engaging in anything resembling film making on any level ever again... ever.
Run away, don't look back, and don't ever tell anyone ever that you had so serious a lapse of judgment so as to have watched this.