With excessive canned laughter and unrealistic scenes, I watched MR IGLESIAS with a straight face and a feeling of irritation throughout. The short episodes dragged on immensely and time was wasted.

Set in a school, Mr Iglesias (Gabriel Iglesias) is a history teacher who is a recovering alcoholic. We quickly learn that he cares very much about his students, as if they were a family.


I do feel the characters weren’t unique at all. They all seemed to be typical stereotypes and any conversation felt exhausting to listen to as it was very unnatural, only to be interjected every other line with a ‘joke’. I felt inclined to use my time more wisely but persevered (only just) through the whole season just for this review.

Thinking back at the series, I don’t recall many lines that were genuinely funny, any memorable scenes or many likeable characters. No, not even Mr Iglesias. The funniest character was possibly Mr Hayward (Richard Gant). But only possibly.

I was unsure about many things. How a student with severe social anxiety used a computer voice machine to speak in class (and then was suddenly able to speak again in the midst of arguing with a teacher which no anxious student would possibly do). How it was laughed off that a male student was being bullied by a female student. How there were very quick and meaningless transitions between each scene, giving you no breather from the constant ‘noise’ of the whole thing.

Humour-wise, I found about 5% of the show (at most) in any way funny. Some jokes were actually in Spanish and for me, at GCSE level, I didn’t understand them at all.

It felt awkward with the gaps of fake audience sounds, it felt cringey with the outbursts of singing and dancing. Even I could tell that the actors were cringing inside and trying to hide it. I have to admit; each scene had an extremely odd and indescribable atmosphere in them.

I did like how much he cared about the students. I liked their inclusion of issues such as divorce of parents, recovering alcoholism and relationship problems. But these were vaguely scripted and would be surrounded by unnecessary humour. To say that there should be more heartfelt scenes would be a lie because after originally thinking this, and then later seeing one near the end of the series, I’ve never ever felt so uncomfortable.

In addition, I would like to add that I’m not a fussy person when it comes to humour. Put Johnny English on and you will find me crying with laughter. But this? I’d go as far to say, it was intolerable. Usually you’d want more immediately after, but I felt a feeling of relief when the credits came on, which is clearly not a good sign.

In conclusion, there are much better ways to waste time than cause a headache and sit in misery at an explosion of chaos on the screen. It really won’t be worth it.

- You can catch up on Netflix.