Well that was completely, embarrassingly terrible from start to finish. And not even in a good way.
It has pilot-episode-by-numbers so deeply encoded into its DNA that it’s as if it was automatically generated by screenwriting software. On top of that it boasts an absolutely stupid premise, hilarious sub-CSI “sexy” archaeology, stultifying attempts at emotional depth and the least atmospheric riff on The Da Vinci Code meets The Last Crusade that it’s possible to imagine. The one-dimensional villain and his nil-dimensional henchmen are rivalled only by a cast of heroes written so thinly and played so unconvincingly that it’s nearly impossible to believe you’re not already watching the Dead Ringers spoof. I’m hard pressed to find a single redeeming feature. Shame on you Matthew Graham and Ashley Pharoah.