Readers' Top Adventure Finds of This Year: Lesser-Known Treasures Around the Globe
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- By Jeffrey Howard
- 14 Sep 2026
As we reflect on the television landscape of the recent year, a handful of series stand out not for their brilliance, but for their spectacular shortcomings. From cringe-inducing sequels to bafflingly poor docuseries, here are the programmes that had us utterly bewildered or just reaching for the remote.
Where to begin with this divisive follow-up? Burdened with dreadful scripts, painful arcs (justice for Miranda!), and a mere 71 seconds of beloved Samantha, the show struggled to find its footing. For a moment, as the final series began, it seemed as if it had finally found its groove. Then came an installment all about Seemaâs natural deodorant. No wonder the showrunner announced this would be the final series. It concluded on a bum note; the lingering shot of Mirandaâs toilet flooded with poo was just way too symbolic. Still, viewers certainly found joy picking apart every single âwtf?â moment. And as Carrie â a single woman once more â twirled around her sprawling townhouse to Barry White, who couldn't release a little sob?
âIs Kim Kardashian an actress? Of course she canât.â
But that was almost the smallest of this drama's problems. The recipient of a very rare no-star review, it was hard to know where to start listing the flaws. The laughably leaden dialogue? The tedious glorification of wealth and materialism? The seemingly wilful procession of cliches? Performances so poor they felt almost spiteful? Letâs just say âeach and every oneâ and never speak of this show again. However, a second season has been ordered, so weâre probably going to have to.
Given the legal troubles, domestic violence allegations and parental shortcomings, itâs reasonable to say Charlie Sheen has been a troubled figure. Not youâd really have gleaned it from this multi-part documentary which smirked its way at Sheenâs various bouts of reckless excess while struggling to tell us anything we didnât already know. Instead, it felt as if this volatile personality was being indulged, so any sympathy this series might evoke should be reserved for the people who have had to endure close contact with this charismatic but flippant egotist.
Of course we understood it was ridiculous from the get-go: a drama about a AI known as Charlie Big Potatoes that could either solve global crises â or annihilate all of humanity. We stuck with it out of pure love for its stars ⌠but by the end, it felt like even they had stopped bothering. One barely cared when his character died, and the other ultimately slicing Charlie with an axe ⌠in painfully slow-motion. That's what you call giving up the ghost.
Shady figures convening in deserted boxing gyms? A certain band's Firestarter blaring in club scenes? The late 90s called and wants its crime drama back.
Actually, that is unfair on the crime shows of the late 90s. Many look a little dated now, but at least they didnât endure the embarrassment of having to accommodate baffling accents. But there were plenty of other issues. Mainly that it was just profoundly dull; a dispute over drug-selling territory between various cockney picaresques which seemed rather simplistic.
Considering the extent to which she provokes the ire of the nationâs performatively angry commentators, itâs almost tempting to admire the Duchess of Sussexâs televised ventures into twee homemaking as deliberate provocations. But then you watch them and are forced to admit that in this case, they may have a point. Itâs like watching a homeware magazine come to life; a poster for wine oâclock with ideas of grandeur; a parade of sleeping dogs, humming beehives, Hallmark sayings and forgettable crafting âtipsâ youâll forget instantly. All supported by vast, largely unearned wealth. Ugh.
There are obviously fascinating things to be discussed about regarding Victoria Beckham and her journey with vocation, identity, self-worth. But for whatever reason, this three-part series opted not to explore them. Rather, the viewing was akin to reading a sales brochure. She obviously has good reason to bridle at what she describes as her âmiserable cowâ image. But unfortunately, she didnât do herself any helps with this cagey letdown of a series.
It had the potential to be the next big hit â except even camper, with a famous star playing dead and a well-known personality overseeing her inheritance. What more could you ask for? As players battled it out, there was plenty of backstabbing and squabbling. But the rules quickly became incomprehensible: itâs still too confusing to explain what exactly was happening. Even more disappointingly, we only saw brief appearances of the star via prerecorded videos. The show ended up smelling of a production that was straining desperately to emulate something way beyond it.
How do you succeed a show that defined a generation? The pressure was immense for this starry romcom about Jessica, a rosy-eyed New Yorker who arrives in London with a broken heart. The star seized the opportunity by the horns and was a delight to watch, reveling in Austen levels of romantic ideals. But it was all very slick and, ironically, was insufficient. Plus, the abundance of famous cameos involved felt uncomfortable.
Not good enough to be âpatchyâ.
Given the shrewd recruitment of talented emerging comics, hopes were high. But sadly, most of it fell flat. A particular sketch was a one-note joke milked 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 while 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 probably is an interesting drama to be made about the horrific 2007 murder, this isnât it. The subject matter needed to be handled sensitively. Rather, the series struggled painfully to find the right tone, lurching from strangely breezy, somewhat stylised farce to inevitably, real-life horror. Complex? Arguably. A complete mess? Absolutely.
We admire the lead actor ⌠but did we believe him playing the most brilliant maths genius since, a man so smart heâs on the brink of a discovery that could ruin society? No! This international thriller about secret services targeting â and eliminating â academics frankly got more farcical by the second. Silliness-by-numbers.
This hagiography followed the content creator notorious for sexual exploits as she undertook her most extreme challenge yet. What on earth would motivate her? What we wanted was far greater examination of her true psychology, plus those of the men in the line. They could at least have interviewed the now-famous mum who showed up to drag her son away from the queue. What we got was horrific shots and zero interrogation of her notoriety whatsoever. And to think, the filmmaker has a teenage daughter too.
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