The clichés, the tiredness and the predictable embarrassing scenes are enhanced by the shameful image of Barcelona.
There is a very specific genre of the series that I don’t know if it should have space in this section: Netflix filler series. The fact that almost all of us are very clear about what they are and what they are for shows that the genre is real. The “filling series” can be one of the linear applications. Some fall into that category so clearly that it takes less than a minute to classify them. Who is Erin Carter? is one of them. This British production is exactly what you think it is. That’s bad.
It creates such a feeling of “I’ve seen it before” that one can only cling to extra-television to survive it. Or to write a text like this. Who is Erin Carter? put in a Barcelona as reliable as Marvel’s Wakanda. Jack Lothian has the right to fictionalize the location as much as he likes, but he must consider that in Barcelona, upon Which is a substitute teacher (the Erin Carter of the title) and his nurse girlfriend live in a house whose rent they cannot afford in the real Barcelona It’s just one of those details that makes me laugh in a series that is anything but a joke. If the fiction where Erin lives (she hides her true identity and her past: oh, surprise) also suggests a Barcelona that is really another place, who is Erin Carter? It can be funny. That you don’t have that is all a lie. If that comes to the end of the episodes, forget this review. I haven’t gotten to that yet because the real end of a filler series is when you hit pause.
Nothing on Who is Erin Carter? to hold on to. The clash of cultures that Jack Lothian might suggest will never happen (for him Barcelona is a sunny London with a beach) and the interactions between the characters are so cool that it looks like they were filmed separately. When the ever-reliable and wasteful Pep Ambòs has to defend the worst sight I have seen in recent years, the series is arrogantly funny. At that point, there is no believability, no reason and, above all, no reason for being.
When it wants, Netflix ventures into fictions able to bend conventions and tropes. Just look at Black Mirror’s Joan is Awful, with Annie Murphy and Salma Hayek, or quirky whims like Wormwood. The platform knows whether a series of yours is something or not, when it tends to stir up conversation around it and when it is just the background noise of a long sleep. The good thing is that almost all of us have learned to recognize each other.
I started watching Who is Erin Carter? knowing full well that it is pure stuffing, cushion lint and contact lens liquid. What I didn’t expect was also the stupidity that in other places it can be sold as Catalan exoticism but only here it causes embarrassment to others. I don’t know who Erin Carter is.