The Bad Batch never organizes itself around a coherent idea or works up the urgency to pay off its premise.

The Bad Batch has enough flashy, fashionably grim accessories and accoutrements to fill a Hot Topic.

All of these elements unfold in more a stream-of-thought manner than real design. And Waterhouse turns in a solid performance.

Sad, without such a limp noodle in the lead I really could've gone places with The Bad Batch - there's whole lots to love stuffed and sauteed at its margins