La Maison

La Maison tries to weave together an ambitious tapestry of modern-day hot topics-eco-warriors, convoluted family dynamics, improbable relationships-all set against the stunning backdrop of a Parisian fashion house. And while the setting is undeniably gorgeous, the series fails to rise above its glossy surface, leaving viewers feeling more confused than enthralled.

Unlike the brilliance of Call My Agent, which balanced wit, heart, and authenticity, La Maison feels like a haphazard mix of themes that never quite gel. The characters are either caricatures or shallow imitations, and the acting often borders on soap-opera levels of melodrama. The young woman at the center of the story, whose very existence is the result of an absurdly convoluted relationship, serves more as a plot device than a character we can empathize with.

Instead of pulling us into the glamour and drama of the Parisian fashion world, the show stays firmly in the realm of the unbelievable. It's hard to invest in a story that feels both superficial and unnecessarily complicated.

Apple, you've proven capable of great storytelling before, but La Maison doesn't meet the bar. If you want to earn our viewing time, you'll need to put in more effort-and maybe focus less on trying to cram every current social issue into one series.