You want to love it because the credits list Scorsese, Jagger and Terence Winter, it sounds as if it's going to be cool, the cast is great (Bobby Cannavale getting a lead, Ray Romano going indie, Juno Temple), the concept sounds as though it's going to be good, the art direction and music are fabulous, the cameos from 70s stars like David Bowie and Alice Cooper are awesome...
But it's a crap show.
I liked the pilot, with Cannavale having an epiphany and a murder plot thrown in... but you sense you're in trouble in ep 2 when they're already doing flashbacks and sure enough it's like the series doesn't have anywhere to go. Cannavale is on coke... then more coke... then more... he's obnoxious... then obnoxious... he fails... then fails... and fails again... How did this guy run a record company? He just yells. He doesn't seem to like new music or be good at business or anything.
Juno Temple is introduced in the pilot as an ambitious little thing with a taste for sex and drugs but an ear for music. Once she discovers the new band though, that's it... she just becomes The Girl, hanging around, taking part in a threesome, and watching.
Max Casella is in it and you go "awesome, well done mate - an HBO series". He looks great in those clothes and has this brilliant shimmy he does and a memorable rant talking about guitar. But that's it - that's the end of his character they just rinse and repeat.
Olivia Wilde looks splendid as always, whines about Cannavale never being home, leaves, takes photos... she's not a character. The support players aren't really characters either. This was a hard slog to get through.
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