After For the People and 9-1-1*, Instinct was the third of Sky Witness’s big new launch shows. And I was looking forward to it: a snappy but undemanding procedural with Alan Cumming as the lead sounded very much like my jam. However, it kind of wasn’t. It isn’t a terrible show, but it isn’t a particularly good one, I’m afraid.
This season finale is fairly typical, in that the setup is quite promising: an editor is strangled in the office of her publishing house, and although it’s made to look, superficially, like a suicide it evidently isn’t. The number one suspect is then found dead having been killed in the same way. But then it tails off. The baddies are very obviously two dudes from a silly secret society called the Lambsmen, whose members set their watches five minutes fast. (I’m guessing that the Lambsmen are therefore based loosely on Skull and Bones, who reputedly do the same.) By about thirty minutes in I truly didn’t care who the perps were, and the plotting and dialogue weren’t encouraging me to take more of an interest.
In fairness, the show genuinely surprised me once, when at the end of the previous episode Lizzie and Julian suddenly made out. As you know Unpopcult is always alert to the possibility of the ship,. so the fact that Julizzie hadn’t even occurred to me shows either that I wasn’t paying attention, or that the characters had zero chemistry and the writers hadn’t bothered to set it up properly. Either way it tells a tale.
After thirteen so-so episodes the biggest Instinct mystery of all might be why I kept going until the end of the season. I did, which suggests it was sufficiently diverting to keep me watching, but I’m not sure I’ll return for another go.
*9-1-1 is on DEMON form at the moment, incidentally. That episode where the guy proposed marriage and got stuck in the escalator, the other guy got stuck between buildings, and hot single dad Eddie couldn’t get childcare sorted out? My GOD.