The Netflix original series Dead to Me is officially, dead to me. Sorry, spoiler alert if you watched season one of that show and we’re planning to watch the recently released season two.

I’ve had my fill of wine-soaked, ugly-crying scenes in pajamas. And the boyfriend who was killed at the end of season one suddenly appears back in the show as the never-before-mentioned long-lost twin brother? Give me a break! Gilligan’s Island had more inventive plot twists. I believed the professor could power a transistor radio on seawater and coconut shells more than this.

I actually thought season one of this show was clever. I was somewhat looking forward to this next chapter. This has violated my one inviolable movie-watching principal. If any piece of cinema makes me shout “Oh come on!” at any character or plot point, I’m out. The neighbors heard me shout “Oh come ON!” at the top of my lungs during this one. The writing team should be burned, then flogged, and then burned again.

I mean, could this be some chicanery by the writers? Did it just appear that the boyfriend died last season? Did he he survive his bludgeoning and lay face down in a swimming pool for hours? Sure, that happens all the time.

Oh Come On Intensity: 😡😡😡😡😡