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I’ve just finished watching the worst TV series I’ve seen in a good
while so if you want to avoid spoilers for ‘The Stranger’ on Netflix
then look away now. The first episode was ok-ish in a “this is really
crap but in an ok-ish crap kind of way”. It then managed to find new
ways to go downhill with each subsequent episode. The premise? A woman
in a baseball cap (the titular Stranger) sidles up to a man in a bar and
tells him that the miscarriage his wife suffered last year was fake.
She was never pregnant. Intrigue! The show then spends the next seven
episodes jumping through some massively unlikely plot hoops. The
lowlights? I counted at least three instances of women being murdered
accidentally (accidentally!). There were several interminable chase
scenes, all of which had me sellotaping my tits back on because they’d
fallen off with boredom (who knew Honda Civics could be so slow?).
There was also a bunch of annoying teens who seemed to have wandered in
from the world’s least funny sitcom (memo to the writers: if you’re
going to have a side-story involving a be-headed alpaca, then you better
have some idea where you’re going with it, otherwise viewers may think
you have, quite literally, lost the plot). Tripe.