Kathryn is coordinating a group camping trip to celebrate her schlubby husband Walt (David Tennant) turning 45, but the trip is merely a vehicle for Camping‘s broad and hackneyed “this uptight chick needs to relax!” brand of humor. Kathryn is wildly over-prepared, armed with multi-colored folders full of minute-by-minute plans for each day of the trip, and wildly overprotective, hysterically rushing her son to the ER after he’s harmlessly knocked to the ground during a game of flag football. Even her supposed friends are fed up with her histrionics — and who can blame them? Who would even be friends with this woman? She’s a manic combination of Tracy Flick and Clark Griswold, with none of the charm of either.
If that weren’t enough, Camping also saddles Kathryn with a heavy dose of sexual dysfunction, pushing away Walt’s every attempt at affection. (The final straw: Kathryn fancies herself a social media influencer, and can’t stop yapping about her “Insta.”) And Garner, perhaps too eager to show off her comedic chops, overplays it, making Kathryn even more unbearable. It’s a fatal miscalculation of tone that instantly curdles any chance at humor the show might have had, leaving us with a painfully unfunny “comedy” that feels way too long, even at a half-hour.
I watched the first four episodes of Camping — perhaps “endured” is the better word for it — but honestly, I could’ve stopped before finishing the first one. (And would have, if this weren’t my job.) It does not improve, and just keeps hammering the same tired joke over and over again. It’s a colossal waste of everyone’s time and talent. Cringe humor without the humor is just cringing… and I unfortunately did a lot of that while watching Camping.
THE TVLINE BOTTOM LINE: The deeply unfunny Camping wastes a talented cast and gives us the most insufferable TV character in ages.
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