‘Mrs. Davis’ review: Damon Lindelof’s nun vs. AI show is a campy blast

Mrs. Davis is a deeply silly show deeply committed its silliness. And that’s precisely what makes it so much fun. The new Peacock series from Tara Hernandez (The Big Bang Theory) and Damon Lindelof (Lost, The Leftovers), pits a nun with a mysterious past against an all-powerful, seemingly omniscient artificial intelligence. Her mission: to find the Holy Grail. You know, another one of those stories. Along the way, there are a slew of messy beheadings, a cheesy ’90s-era car chase and a group of villainous German henchman spiritually descended from The Big Lebowski’s trio of Nihilists.

If you were looking for another complex genre exercise like Lindelof’s excellent Watchmen series or The Leftovers, Mrs. Davis ain’t it. But from the first scene of the show, you can tell that he probably had a lot more fun making this. Initially based on a spec script by Hernandez, who also served as showrunner, Mrs. Davis is practically a live-action cartoon, filled with colorful set-pieces and a never-ending slew of zany characters, all set in a world where humans willingly subject themselves to the demands of an AI via wireless earbuds.

None of Mrs. Davis would work without Betty Gilpin (GLOW, The Hunt) as its heart and soul. As Simone, the nun being targeted by Mrs. Davis, she effectively juggles a hard-edged cynicism with an openness to pure devotion. It’s hard enough to be a believable action lead, it’s even tougher to make that same character seem believably devout. By the time we see Simone racing through city streets on a motorcycle, while also wearing her nun habit, we fully buy Gilpin in the role. It’s like seeing Kill Bill’s The Bride with a samurai sword — it’s sure to be an indelible pop cultural image. (And of course, it hearkens back to Abel Ferrara’s cult revenge classic, Ms. 45.)

As a piece of cultural commentary, Mrs. Davis is practically allergic to subtext. It’s a nun versus AI, what else do you need? It’s easy to draw parallels between religious devotion and the way we live with technology today. That’s particularly true when it comes to the explosive rise of generative AI. Is there really a huge difference between plugging in a string into ChatGPT or Midjourney and hoping for an interesting result, compared to putting your hands together and praying for divine help? And if AI ultimately ends up fulfilling our needs more effectively, wouldn’t people treat it with a certain amount of religious reverence?

These questions danced around my head as I watched Mrs. Davis, but the series itself is far more interested in goofy shenanigans and soapy plot twists than attempting any serious philosophical exploration. But I suppose even Damon Lindelof needs a vacation sometimes. Your enjoyment of the show will depend on well you sync up with its farcical wavelength. Why is there a group of well-funded, anti-AI militia bros, led by a shirtless buffoon? Don’t worry about it, they’re hilarious (Chris Diamantopoulos, one of the more memorable VC bros from HBO’s Silicon Valley, truly commits.)