If the goal was to dress this thing down, to make it something more akin to reality, (nothing in movies is ever a true reality) the pathway to that was made very clear in something like 2011’s “Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy”. In Tomas Alfredson’s hazy adaptation of Le Carré’s story every single aspect feels like a repudiation of everything cool about spy movies. The clothes are lovingly austere, the locales poetically mundane, the photography is strikingly drab, each item so uncool that they reach out, wrap around and somehow end up right back at being cool. Mr. and Mrs. Smith would have been far more interesting if Glover would have accepted that and joined in with Sloane and the rest of the co-creators to try to create something that truly acknowledges and embraced that un-cool or embraced that he wants to be “it” and maybe more importantly why he wants be “it”. It's an inferiority complex that as a consequence creates a superiority complex. This finds its way into Mr. and Mrs. Smith by way of it's acceptance of the most banal ideas of beauty represented in its vehicles, in the clothing, and represented in the inflated sense of depth as it pertains to the shows discussions of relationship dynamics. Most of what this show aims to do relationship-wise as stated was already accomplished by FX’s brilliant “The Americans”, and done a thousand times better. John's insecurities around manhood and masculinity are interesting bullet points in the show, but never become a full treatise. The hunting, the therapy, the asthma. It shows them, it brings them up, it jots a note down, but it doesn't have anywhere near the kind of depth or complexity displayed in how The Americans drew and handled some of the very same issues around masculinity and having your better be your female partner in Matthew Rhys’s “Phil Jennings”. Its only slightly more complex than the original. Most of what Mr. and Mrs. Smith seeks to subvert as a show about spies, or as a show about relationships is either common, superficial, boring, or try hard, especially the action. What is left after both the cool and the un-cool fail is a show that wasted alot of its talent, it's locales, it's subjects, and is neither as deep as it thinks it is, or as cool as it thinks it is. Bland and tasteless, a box of grape nuts.