How can I put this politely?

I just tried to sit through David (DEADWOOD) Milch’s new opus, JOHN FROM CINCINNATI. It is, I’m sorry to say, complete ass.

I was a fan of DEADWOOD’S first year, but the show declined steadily in years two and three, until it was barely recognizable self-parody. JOHN FROM CINCINNATI, like later-era DEADWOOD is an incomprehensible bore. Three generations of surfers, a traveling soothsayer, a “Lawyer for the surf community,” and Luke Perry may sound great on paper, but in practice it’s just a mess.

JOHN was added to the DVR subscription a week ago, and 13 minutes after starting the premiere, I cancelled that subscription.