García!

The first episode of this series is painfully slow. The second episode is better but this series just isn't resonating, with me. For most of the first episode we get an annoying twenty something, who looks like her mum put a bowl on her head to cut her hair. She wanders about bleating about her failing job as a intern journalist. Then suddenly, she's chasing a vague lead for a maybe story, which involves more aimless wandering about. The second episode introduces the 1960's agent character in more detail but he just doesn't work. The main reason is he doesn't feel like a secret agent, from that period. He's not amazed, shocked or outraged by modern behaviour, to any measurable degree. This response would have really given this character depth. Instead, he feels like a 60's manikin. He reactions are wooden, soul less and unsurprisingly, uninteresting. Apparently, he does not like guns, well even now, that would place him very much, in the wrong profession. The feeling you are left with is an at times woke, revisionist interpretation of the past, that's simply unconvincing. It cause is not helped by failed attempts at humour, either. In short,the standard bland, politically correct, risk adverse fare we have come to expect from Western entertainment. Washed of any colour and life for fear, I suspect, of causing even the slightest molecule of offence.