The Prodigal Son

This show had absolutely no business being as good as it was, and that’s largely because Michael Sheen chose to chew the scenery like it personally offended him. He was unhinged, charming, terrifying, hilarious, and somehow the emotional center of a show about murder. Every scene he was in felt electric, like you were watching a man have way too much fun being brilliant. The pacing was great, the tone knew exactly what it was, and it walked that perfect line between dark, clever, and bingeable.

Now for the crime: they canceled it. And not politely. They canceled it with a full cliffhanger, zero closure, and the emotional equivalent of flipping the table and leaving the restaurant. Which is infuriating, because the show was just hitting its stride and clearly had bigger plans.

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Final verdict: 8.5 out of 10 fucks given. Lost a few fucks not because the show failed but because the network did. Still 100% worth watching, just be prepared to yell “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” at your TV when it ends. I watched this on Netflix.