This show seems like one of those M. Night Shyamalan movies that seems all crazy mysterious and profound, but turns out to be as complex as some 5th grader's daydream, except less fun.
It spends so much effort on trying to be a metaphor, that it forgets to actually be fun or interesting to watch.
It's like one of those pretentious art projects that tries to envision some mundane everyday concept through a different medium. It's artistic wanking to the highest degree. It's exactly the kind of show that would win awards for masturbating in a spectacular fashion, but ultimately nobody actually wants to watch someone wanking it and would prefer to forget they ever saw it.
It's a show that expects its viewer to grab a class of wine and a block of cheese, wrap themselves up into a hand-crocheted blanket, and sit by the window as raindrops hit the glass, and pretend like they're going into some deep dive about the human condition and the reality of everyday life.
In reality, most people will want to blow their brains out from the sheer boredom.
