The worst TV series I’ve ever watched is now over. The two-part finale that aired this past Sunday epitomized all the poorly conceived ideas and brainless writing that have manifested all season long. Undecipherable plot threads, ambiguous dialog, horrible special effects, wasted acting talent, the list goes on.
The exercise is now over, thankfully. And if anyone ever pulls the trigger on another season of this swill, they should be encouraged to make a career change to cleaning toilets.
I watched to the bitter end out of a sense of fascination and the duty to watch the whole thing before rendering a final critique. Now, my masochistic streak has been satisfied for the next 20 years or so. It was a terrible show. May such never happen again.
Mr. Lynch has hung himself with this expensive travesty. Showtime should be ashamed.