It's got a neat, up-tempo, jazz-scatty little Catch Me If You Can / Mad Men intro... after which it falls precipitously off a very sheer cliff.
Heavens, what a pointless pursuit this motley crew of bloviating keystone cops have cobbled together in their mutual retirements. "A team of 40," they keep saying. This qualifies as a 'team' now?
They found a hobby, all right, but it's just a confirmation bias echo chamber pockmarked with Cooper-themed bars and annual 'conventions' to proliferate nonsense, conspiracy theories, and circular, never-ending doom loops.
Just when you think the series will finally and thankfully pivot forward—into the future and toward some rewarding, legitimate promised land—nope, we're right back to the motley crew from earlier episodes, burrowed-in, I guess, to witness their latest shenanigans.
On the one hand, I'm furious for what feels like a bait and bait, bait, bait, but on the other hand my heart truly breaks for these people (and their families) and all the time, money, and energy they've wasted for 11+ years now.
Ugh.
A real triple-lose, if you ask me: them, the viewers, and truth itself.
