Michael Johnson

The sap! Oh my Lord the SAP! So darn sappy it’s cringe! You have to wade through 45 minutes of the sappiest back stories and monumentally excessive character development to get to the maybe 15 minutes an episode of actual story that has to do with the end of the world and who killed the sappy president. The people in the town don’t act anything at all like the last survivors on earth they’re just merrily going about utopian city business. They turn every 80s song you ever loved into a sappy slowed down overly melodramatic melancholy remake at the end of every episode where they do the formulaic wrap up for the week that is so tired at this point and don’t forget, sappy. Don’t know why it gets such high marks. I’m hate watching it at this point. Oh and the girl boss bit is on overdrive in this thing. All the authority figures are cold women in pant suits and the show also sticks to the new rule in Hollywood that women always have to make the first move. At least we haven’t been forced to watch gay sex scenes so far but I’m sure that’s coming in an episode or two. I’m just watching it until I find out how the world ended then I’m out. It’s so bad I can’t look away. If Phil Collins were dead he’d be rolling over in his grave at what they did to his song!