It’s extremely silly, and yet this week, despite having a lot to do, I somehow watched all eight episodes. Enjoy.

Even if you cringe a bit at its crassness (as I did), you kind of have to admire it (as I also do) for always doing the most. Wife-show junkies, meet your new addiction.

It's completely out-there and a lot of fun.

The Hunting Wives is a show you know is going to be ridiculous going in, and it doesn’t try to hide its sexy, at times campy personality under the sheen of a prestige drama. Such brazenness is pretty refreshing these days.

A tale of red state-blue state culture clash, a premise that remains its most interesting element even after a dead body disrupts the proceedings. From that point on, the plot takes the reins for an addictive binge that nonetheless loses something by pivoting away from a compelling hook.

An eminently watchable beach read-y affair that makes up for its lack of originality with bold, brash red-state attitude.

To give credit where credit is due, at least Mulroney and Akerman are having a good time, with mostly solid accent work, making the best of the wobbly writing. .... “The Hunting Wives” is the latest mediocre drivel being pushed down the audience’s throat in the name of art.