What a brilliant idea the concept of Hunters (Amazon Prime) must have sounded after the third or fourth Martini.
“So, like, it’s set in the 1970s and America is swarming with Nazis. Actual Nazis. They’ve infiltrated every level of society and they’re totally evil and powerful, like vampires with swastikas. And all that stands in their way to create a Fourth Reich is a plucky band of diverse Nazi-hunters, led by a Bruce-Wayne-style concentration camp survivor and billionaire played by Al Pacino!”
But then, after the hangovers kicked in, wiser counsels ought to have prevailed. Someone might have pointed out that, with the Holocaust still within living memory, maybe it’s a bit too soon to turn the subject into schlocky superhero revenge porn for Generation Z. Then someone else might have started asking hard questions like: “OK. So how exactly did so many Nazis sneak into the US unnoticed? How, if they’re so damned good at this stuff, did they fail to win the war? How, without massed panzer divisions, Stuka squadrons, and Blitzkrieg could a bunch of sleeper agents, however numerous, pose any kind of threat to Western civilisation?”
Instead, astonishingly, the production was green-lit and the result is possibly the crassest, most intelligence-insulting and ridiculous series you’ll find anywhere on TV this year.

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