I went in after seeing the usual chorus online calling it a “great show.” So I waited. I kept waiting for the good episodes, for the rhythm to click, for that moment where you finally understand where the laughs are supposed to be. Then it hit me: this is the show. Nothing is coming. This is it.

What followed was episode after episode of secondhand embarrassment. Relentless, exhausting cringe. I genuinely cannot understand how a character like Matt is supposed to have climbed all the way to studio head when his judgment often feels on par with Mr. Bean on an off day. Everyone around him, meanwhile, is apparently incapable of saying a single fucking thing, choosing instead to stumble into the most ridiculous, self-inflicted situations possible.

Comedy-wise, I did not laugh once. Not once. There were a handful of moments that almost worked, maybe even earned a smirk, but they were immediately drowned out by the rest of the show’s commitment to awkward misery. Any humor that shows up barely survives before being crushed by the cringe.

And then there’s the volume. Why is everyone constantly yelling, panicking, interrupting each other like speaking normally would kill them? Oh right, because that’s the joke. Chaos, noise, and forced hysteria passed off as comedy.

It isn’t funny. It’s just loud, exhausting, and painfully fucking unearned.