After averting a bombing in the Washington DC metro, a young FBI agent is offered the world's most boring job, sitting in a basement and answering a phone that never rings. But hey... it's in the White House and it's a nice step up the career ladder. And of course the phone rings, putting our hero on the trail of a murderous conspiracy that can be traced to... you guessed it: The White House.

Although it's a well-produced series, the script is a piece of crap and the chemistry lacking between the two main characters, the agent and the woman he's supposed to protect (yes, romance is also one of the formulaic ingredients), so if you start suspecting that this hogwash isn't really for you after about twenty minutes, you should definitely walk away, because it doesn't get any better. With the exception of Hong Chau, whom we have just enjoyed in 'The Whale' and 'The Menu', the ensemble consists of more or less untalented B-actors. It doesn't help that the clichés and plot holes are competing for the front of the queue, and even though the action is fast-paced in places, it is often unnecessarily slowed down by long conversations that should have been cut out. In other words, the whole thing is cheap entertainment for and by morons.