Hunters

The conspiracy thickens without ever grabbing you--mostly because Flynn is so, so boring. The show tries to add some juice to his story line by hinting that Abby might be an alien herself, but good luck trying to muster up the energy for caring about that. ... Hunters does have some things going for it: Britne Oldford, who steals scenes as the conflicted agent. ... Speaking of watchable aliens, the main baddie McCarthy is another treat. Julian McMahon plays him with a deranged sense of fun.

Much of Hunters seems like torture porn. McMahon overacts as the unhinged Hunter who seems to want to destroy humanity but is taking the long road to armageddon. Phillips is just miscast as humanity’s best hope.

There are a lot of ambient and random sounds in the episodes, which makes things seem more ominous than any tension generated by the story. Apart from that musical wrinkle, Hunters is overly familiar, essentially a generic crime show in a sci-fi case.

Utterly generic, conceptually cynical and instantly forgettable.

It panders to [its audience] so insultingly that most probably wouldn’t mind an episode of Warehouse 13, even at its absolute kookiest, in the place of this show’s early installments. Hunters isn’t part of the network’s identity crisis: it is the network’s identity crisis.

Grim, humorless, and instantly off-putting.

One of the schlockiest, most amateur series to come along in the #PeakTV era, Syfy’s Hunters delivers a mashup of a terrorist-tracking drama and alien invasion story.