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I honestly thought Yolanthe had retired to Ibiza sipping smoothies, soaking up the sun, and living comfortably off Wesley's alimony. But no, she's back. And not just back, she's in full Netflix-glam mode. Picture slow-mo wind machine shots, carefully placed tears, and a voice-over that sounds like she just invented world peace.

This show calls it "being vulnerable," but it's vulnerability with a glam squad, a lighting director, and what feels like a script. If this is reality, then my dirty dishes deserve a documentary deal. It's polished, dramatic, and self-aware in all the wrong ways.

Maybe some people will find it inspiring. Me? I just found it ironic. Best of luck with this. I'll be watching something with a little less contour and a little more content.

If you've seen one glossy American teen drama, you've seen them all - and The Summer I Turned Pretty is no exception. This series follows the same tired formula: privileged kids spending their summers in gorgeous beach houses, worrying about which boy likes them more, while the real world seems miles away - both literally and emotionally.

The show tries hard to pull at your heartstrings with slow-motion scenes, indie music, and pretty lighting, but underneath all the aesthetics is a painfully shallow and predictable story. The characters rarely resemble actual teenagers in their behavior or dialogue - they're overly dramatic, self-absorbed, and seem completely detached from any real-world problems. Everything feels sanitized and idealized, as if the biggest hardship in life is choosing between two equally dreamy boys.

It's the kind of show that wants to be deep but ends up being emotionally hollow. Even moments that are supposed to be serious (grief, illness, coming-of-age struggles) feel like they're handled with a Pinterest-filter level of depth. The dialogue is cringey, the pacing is sluggish, and the relationships are overly romanticized in a way that just doesn't reflect real teen experiences - unless you're a rich, conventionally attractive kid from a Nicholas Sparks novel.

In short: The Summer I Turned Pretty is just another chapter in the ever-growing saga of whiny, spoiled, unrealistic, sugarcoated teen dramas from the U. S., centered on characters who have everything but act like their lives are falling apart. If you're looking for authentic storytelling or relatable characters, this isn't it.

For All Mankind had everything going for it - a brilliant "what if" scenario where the Soviets land on the Moon first, potentially rewriting the entire course of space history. You'd expect gripping political tension, scientific breakthroughs, and bold explorations of humanity's place beyond Earth.

Instead, what you get is hours upon hours of personal drama, love triangles, family issues, and emotional monologues - all set against the occasional backdrop of NASA. The space race becomes more of a side note, and every potentially exciting plot point somehow turns into a drama or relationship crisis.

It's frustrating. The show clearly has the budget, cast, and concept to deliver something exceptional, but it chooses to dwell in soap opera territory. If you're into emotionally-charged drama with people crying in every other scene, this might work for you. But if you came for smart alternate history or meaningful space exploration - look elsewhere.