The first episode was so dull that we couldn’t link together its seemingly disjoined narrative.

Skip it, unless you have a serious itch for some foliage-porn.

The cast is game — in addition to Milioti and Kudrow, Leslie Jones and Samson Kayo also seem to be invested in their characters — but there’s just not enough funny material for their performances to overcome the special’s structural problems. 2020 has been bad enough; there’s no need to relive it via an unfunny special like Death To 2020.

It feels like Painkiller wants to say something profound bout how the opioid crisis was started, but does so in a way that feels completely tone-deaf.

Monarch is a soap that’s all suds and no substance, and its most compelling character might possibly have the least screen time going forward.

While it’s a valiant try at starting a new superhero franchise, Jupiter’s Legacy can’t wrangle its sprawling mythology well enough to make a coherent and cohesive first episode.

The Prince is essentially a royal version of Family Guy, and not nearly as biting or funny as Janetti’s former series is.

The Endgame is by turns boring and by other turns generic and nonsensical. It’s story isn’t compelling enough to follow beyond the first episode, and we’re figuring that the interplay between its stars isn’t enough to keep people watching.

The performances in Solos would have really worked well on stage. But on TV, even the sharp performances can’t make up for lack of action or story propulsion. There’s a reason why monologuing rarely translates well to film or TV, and Solos shows why.

Either be the fictionalized show with the hip-hop music cues and the 21st century dialogue, or the docuseries that gives Anne the “You’re Wrong About” treatment, or the more accurate but less sexy knockoff of The Tudors, but don’t try to be all of them. ... This series needed to pick a lane and stick with it.

The first episode of The Clearing left us too frustrated and confused for us to want to watch any more of this creepy cult thriller.

Not only is Sexy Beast a series that feels unnecessary, given its connections to a film that wasn’t a big hit a quarter century ago, but it doesn’t even rise to the level of being a good heist show on its own merits.

Sex/Life is a show that has no idea what kind of message it wants to send, besides maybe the fact that it would be awfully nice if people could boink like rabbits while having a busy family life.

Tt ultimately reads as a stale and redundant crime thriller that doesn’t thrill at all. In fact, at times I struggled to stay interested in one part of the show. .... You’re better off queueing up Defending Jacob, Bad Sisters, Presumed Innocent, or The Sinner instead.

While the prizes up for grabs on What’s In The Box? are exciting and NPH is an affable host, the game play drags and the reality elements are too irritating to keep us watching.

Leopard Skin is too twisted and tangled to devote mental energy too. Add to that some uneven performances, and you’ve got the formula for an ambitious show that just misses the mark.

We are Wayne Brady fans, so we wished Game Of Talents was better. But it’s trying to be both a game show and a talent show, and it’s not good at being either.

With a little bit less Cranston, a whole lot of confusing storytelling and characters that haven’t gotten any deeper than in Season 1, Your Honor‘s final season feels like an idea that was best left as just that: an idea.

Grimsburg is a comedy that suffers from too many jokes, which seems to be impossible, but this show proves that it can happen.

Not Dead Yet wastes the talents of Rodriguez and the rest of the cast in a show that’s shockingly unfunny.

You’re better off watching Squid Game again than watching the cynical, depressing mess that is Squid Game: The Challenge.

Foodtopia, developed by the same team minus Hill but adding Conrad Vernon, is quite a bit darker. And it’s also quite a bit less funny.

In another producers hands, The Watcher could have been a taut, tense thriller. But with Murphy and Brennan at the helm, it becomes more campy than tense, and even a stellar cast can’t save the show from itself.

We’d rather see a bioseries about Mike Tyson where Tyson is intimately involved, because we’re pretty sure it will have a lot of subtleties about Tyson’s life that Mike lacks. His life deserves better than a series that treats him like a curiosity more than anything else.

Big Mouth Season 7 is still treading the same worn-out waters as it has across the rest of its runtime, and the only positive thing that can really be said here is that next season is its final set of episodes.

I wish Netflix added chapters so I could urge you to SKIP AHEAD to the stories and avoid all the unnecessary transphobia. .... This Netflix contract with Chappelle is his dream, not ours.

The Real Project X is informative and “entertaining” on a superficial level, but the series routinely leaves a bad taste in our mouths with its point-and-gasp/laugh methodology.

The Goop Lab isn’t even worth hate-watching, it’s so anger inducing.