Britt Baker

Like all other Netflix shows, this show’s cast was shoehorned into an absolute U.N. meeting. Not a problem as long as the context is still believable. But when this convolutes the story into an infinite sea of eye rolls, we have a problem. Trying to understand the family members’ simple genetic relationship to each other is reminiscent of those conversations where you and your friends are trying to figure out what your cousin’s cousin’s aunt’s half-sister would be referred to in relation to you. This makes an already confusing show more confusing and difficult to follow. Why didn’t they just make the family black or hispanic? We had to combine four races into a five-member family? Let’s take a quick look at the characters: Main character (for the first two episodes before the show goes all over the place): Jewish girl. Her brother: hispanic. Her sister-in-law: black. Her nephews: black/hispanic. The police officer: middle eastern. The journalist: gay asian. Half of the entire California police force: women of color. All villains (kidnappers, old couple who killed the guy, the brother’s co-worker, the woman who was “having an affair” with the brother and lies to the police about them meeting, kid who antagonizes the nephews at school, mother who is not a villain but is only ever shown baking and is very unlikeable and not emotionally involved in her son’s murder): white people. What planet is this show supposed to take place on? The writing is the real reason for the one-star, but that’s far less interesting. It’s just terrible. Dropped subplots, cliches, unsatisfying ending suddenly involving people we have no attachment to, zero character development, and horrendous acting to boot. So bad. If this is what this generation thinks is riveting television, we are screwed.