Wilderness isn't one of those shows that's going to challenge you with a plot full of moral dilemmas and high drama. It's a show that’s more than a bit mordant and campy, but that and the performances of Coleman and Jackson-Cohen add to its appeal.

Despite its wasted potential, Wilderness, as an overall package, at least manages to fulfill the craving for a buzzy thriller.

It is all solid, satisfying and glossily good-looking stuff. It knows what it’s doing and the script is well above simply serviceable level.

It’s one of those easy-to-digest thrillers perfect for a Friday night – look, we’ve all had a hard week and just want to watch some mindless nonsense while having a big drink.

Go in with an average bit of mayhem in mind, a distraction for a night or two on the couch, and it just might fit the bill.

What Wilderness unintentionally leaves us with is a soulless miniseries whose characters are so dull you can neither root for them nor hate them.

Wilderness goes from light on its feet to quite leaden, from a good Lifetime movie to a bad Lifetime movie that thinks it’s commenting on the tropes of Lifetime movies but doesn’t recognize that the good Lifetime movies are already doing that.