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Death to 2020 reviews: Charlie Brooker’s ‘disappointing’ Netflix mockumentary torn apart by critics

 

Spoof documentary accused of rehashing tired and predictable jokes about events of the past 12 months

 

Roisin O'Connor

@Roisin_OConnor

https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/tv/news/death-to-2020-reviews-netflix-charlie-brooker-b1779257.html

 

Critics have branded Charlie Brooker’s Netflix mockumentary Death to 2020 “disappointing”, comparing it unfavourably to his shows Screenwipe and Black Mirror.

 

The 70-minute spoof documentary was released on Netflix on Sunday 27 December.

 

It stars a celebrity cast including Samuel L Jackson, Lisa Kudrow and Hugh Grant, who play fictitious talking heads.

 

In The Independent’s one-star review, critic Ed Cumming said the show was “a mess” that “can’t make up its mind whether it is for a British audience or an American one”.

 

“Death to 2020 is a mess and you’ll be glad when it’s over. In that sense, at least, it’s appropriate to its subject,” the review concluded.

 

Other critics have echoed the sentiment.

 

A review in The Hollywood Reporter called it a “hacky piece of recycled political satire and tired documentary parody… that will feel fresh to you only if you’ve self-imposed a strict media blackout since February”.

 

“It's astonishing how lazy everything is, from the predictable insulting of various high-profile figures… to various familiar moments that surely have been chewed over, digested and pooped out countless times already,” the review added.

 

In a kinder review from Metro, the reviewer said Death to 2020 “stands out on its own”, apart from Black Mirror and Brooker’s Wipe shows.

 

”The writing team try to cover everything, it results in the film spreading itself a bit too thin,” the reviewer said.

 

“The most obvious argument for this is how criminally underused some of the guest speakers are – some being given only a couple of minutes of screentime – while others are used more than they’re needed.”

 

A two-star review in The Telegraph called Death to 2020 a “disappointing rehash of tired jokes and predictable satire”.

 

“It is a huge disappointment,” the review said. “You expect greatness from Brooker, but the jokes here are as predictable as the targets of the jokes, only occasionally rising above the quality of this year’s dreadful Spitting Image reboot. At least that had funny puppets.”

 

Another two-star review in the Evening Standard said the show “outstays its welcome”, despite praising the performances.

 

Overall, Hugh Grant’s role as the bigoted professor Tennyson Foss received the most praise, as he was described as a rare highlight in the otherwise disappointing production.

 

Death to 2020 review: Charlie Brooker’s Netflix mockumentary is a complete mess

 

One of the few things you can say for the show is that it’s appropriate to its subject, in that you’ll be glad when it’s over

 

Ed Cumming

@EdCumming

https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/films/reviews/death-to-2020-review-netflix-charlie-brooker-b1779227.html

 

Charlie Brooker’s Screenwipe format was honed over many years to a fine balance of commentary, news footage and spoof talking heads. He already made a solid coronavirus programme, the Antiviral wipe, for the BBC in May, his first since the 2016 Wipe, which won a Bafta. So it's baffling that for this Netflix one-off, Death to 2020, he and his longtime co-producer Annabel Jones have taken their unbroken idea and tried to fix it, with the usual results.

 

The concept has been spun out into a 70-minute spoof documentary looking back at the year, narrated by Laurence Fishburne and featuring fictitious talking heads played by famous actors. There’s the snappy New York journalist Dash Bracket (Samuel L Jackson), a tweedy British historian Tennyson Foss (Hugh Grant), a craven political spokesperson (Lisa Kudrow), a racist soccer mom (Cristin Milioti). Tracy Ullman plays the Queen. They go through the big events, starting with the Australian wildfires and running through Covid and the US election, with a bit of George Floyd and Boris thrown in for good measure.

 

It badly misses Brooker himself, who usually serves as the acerbic, sometimes zany, ringmaster but is only heard in glimpses behind the camera. Without him, Death to 2020 flaps around. Normally these programmes focus on mocking the coverage rather than the subjects themselves. Here, it sometimes shifts into honest crusading, especially on Black Lives Matter. That’s fine, but it’s a different kind of show. Why invent characters to say things real interviewees might say? It also can’t make up its mind whether it is for a British audience or an American one, and ends up pleasing neither.

 

The highlights, like the running gag about Biden’s age and Diane Morgan’s Cunk-esque turn as “average citizen” Gemma Herrick, are fleeting. You feel for Grant, not given a single decent line, and several that make you want to slide under the sofa. The credits list 18 writers. How many of them did it take to come up with the idea that Joe Biden is old? Too often you find yourself waiting for punchlines that never arrive. With Trump, as ever, it’s nearly impossible to write something as funny as the real footage, but you can surely do better than “experimental pig-man”.

 

It’s hard to know what’s happened here. Clearly there’s money behind Death to 2020, given its provenance and the calibre of the contributors. Between Black Mirror and the Wipes – to say nothing of Brooker’s previous career as a critic of acid brilliance – its creators are too good at TV not to know that this is substandard. Is it a kind of televisual cash-in-hand plastering job for their bosses at Netflix, who wanted a piece of the Wipe action? Was there meddling from above about its tone and direction? Was there not enough time to apply the usual quality control?

 

Whatever the answer, Death to 2020 is a mess and you’ll be glad when it’s over. In that sense, at least, it’s appropriate to its subject.


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