Sam Shaw

The closing moments of Manhattan’s second season finale, “Jupiter,” are simply terrifying. A blinding white light obliterates the screen and then dissipates to reveal a crackling, howling mushroom cloud licking at the sky, the bone-chilling birth announcement of an evil genie forever burst from its bottle.

Rather than examining its main characters, Cocked settles for glorifying or mocking them, compounding the problem by poor characterisation and a lack of development of the storylines presented, resulting in a pilot that presents an unappealing show.