Review: No Good Deed (on Netflix)

No Good Deed is the type of show I rarely watch.

It’s yet another all-too familiar television series about rich narcissists living in the lush foothills of Los Angeles who apparently don’t work for a living — yet they have no money problems, never clean the house nor do any yard work, and still somehow manage to drink cosmos all day long while desperately trying to manage all that daily stress. Of course, each of their lives is a giant clusterfuck, intersecting with one other in rubbernecking matrix of crippling insecurities, greed, jealousy, adultery, and spite, laced with an overdose of pettiness.

Aww. Poor things.