Barry Easton

A quite outrageous repetition of the cycling death of Anne Hathaway. I was quite enjoying it up to that point, apart from the series indulging in navel gazing in most of the half hour episodes.

Very enjoyable but overly long, with elaborate plots designed to keep you watching. Some silliness, like when the White House insider covers his tracks by leaving a trail of fingerprints to cinceal his identity. Didn't it occur to anyone that they would reveal his identity for sure? Also, the sudden emergence of Hannah Wells from the ship to driving an explosives filled van towards the White House was far-fetched.

The most badly produced film I've ever seen, with droning background sound dominating scenes that are incomprehensible. Why so much time is spent on people doing mundane things like walking is a sign of failure. Utter drivel.

Far too much navel gazing resulting in prolonged episodes. The utterly irrelevant male sex scene was distasteful and a nod to wokism. Badly produced.

As others have said in their reviews, the final episode is beyond rational belief.

Muddled, we failed to comprehend the sudden total change of direction between episodes 1 and 2. It didn't help when there were.imbalances between the loud music and subdued dialog. We had to keep turning the volume up and down. It was more pronounced than we've ever experienced before.

Crude and yet another dramatic event every episode. Stopped watching at the18th (unbelievably), I couldn't take any more. I must check where this state exists so I can avoid it like the plague.

Salacious and voyeuristic, incoherent portrayal of Hollanywood film making and aspirations. I grasped the storyline, but some of it didn't make (common) sense. For example, whose decaying body was it in number 17? How did it spring to life at the bequest of a second visit of the Cowboy? A masterpiece it is not.