Chris Estrada

Neither funny, nor mysterious. Kristin Bell should fire her agent. This limited series is the reason why Netflix no longer allows user reviews. It is easily the worst thing to rise in their Top 10 since that Central European softporn flick about the kidnapped woman with Stockholm syndrome. I lost approximately 6 hours and 6000 brain cells because of this waste of bandwidth. At least I have the solace that I watched it on a tablet while at the gym, or while cooking, or clipping my toenails, so hooray for multitasking I guess. Yet it is so bad that it has a rubber-necking-at-a-trainwreck quality that keeps you watching. I kept thinking "perhaps it gets better" but if anything, it gets worse. I know I'm not the target demo for this thing -- it appears to *want* to be a send-up of a certain variety of sub-par, histrionic-but-polished thrillers -- but the script and dialogue are as if it were written by a 12-year old after a single viewing of Airplane or Naked Gun. Kristin Bell is a talented and charming actor but there is no salvaging this shipwreck. Who on earth green lit this thing?