📺 Bodkin (2024) is the clearest example yet that Netflix has a deeper problem than just its flat style: they are deeply, thoroughly, undeniably unoriginal. To make a slightly comedic murder mystery they took the concept from Only Murders… (podcasters!), credits from Afterparty (2D!) and soundtrack from The White Lotus (all that whooping and whistling), then added a good dose of completely uncalled-for Ireland bashing, a plot that meanders without making sense, background drama that seemingly raises stakes only to be resolved deus ex machina, and some ridiculous cold open intro patter that again tries to mimic Only Murders… in suspenseful and mysterious vibes but can at best arouse only slight discomfort to the banality of it all.

What a way to waste Siobhán Cullen and David Wilmot, who were the only reason I stuck through all seven episodes.