“Selling the O.C.” almost has it all. It has the Oppenheim twins. Brittany Snow’s hot husband. Double-digit listings with infinity pools. Acres of cleavage sheathed in bandage dresses.
But it does lack a few key things — a protagonist, for example. Deliriously fun fashion. Any overt mention of the MAGA energy dripping from several of its main cast members. A clear and compelling narrative arc behind the chaotic and superficial drama that drives the season.
Naturally, as soon as we could get our grubby little hands on the first season of Netflix’s “Selling the O.C.,” baby sister to reality soap smash “Selling Sunset,” we watched every episode. And yes, there was some joy to be found in there, in ogling the garish, soulless modern palaces being flogged by the O Group and trying to unspool the threads of conflict behind each confrontation.
But so much of the show was lackluster compared to its big sister. The cast is mostly qui…