Clinton’s primetime soap opera reaches its finale.

We’ve finally arrived at sweeps week in the televised event posing as our presidential election. And if American viewers can’t quite bring themselves to click away from Donald Trump’s vulgar and monotonous reality show, it’s probably because they’ve had all they can take of the cloying, predictable soap opera that keeps rerunning on the other channel.

By now, everyone gets the plotline of “Dynasty: NYC.” A couple of unknown country-dwellers who once clawed their way to the pinnacle of power — only to get old and lose their grip — are now on the verge of a shocking restoration, thanks to the wife’s tenacity and ambition.

The only thing standing in their way is the narcissistic billionaire driven by a thirst for legitimacy — and, it turns out, the ne’er-do-well husband of the wife’s closest confidante, who all this time has been sitting on a hard drive full of explosive new revelations!

(Or maybe he’s just sitting on a bunch of emails about who’s got the dry cleaning and which cereal he wants to eat while lounging around in his underwear perusing Twitter all day long. We really have no idea. That’s the cliffhanger.)

I know, it all sounds a little too trite and ridiculous, even for network TV. But somehow the suits who program this stuff were at a total loss to come up with anything remotely new or compelling in the time slot, so here we are.

There are plenty of villains for our power couple to blame in this “Dynasty” remake. There’s the garish billionaire, of course, and the sexually deviant almost-son-in-law. And now we’ve got this maddening G-man who seems bent on derailing our female protagonist, mainly because he’s the kind of Boy Scout who would chokehold a jaywalker if he happened to witness the crime.

By Matt Bai.

Full story at Yahoo News.