New Charlie Hunnam Show

So, you’ve heard the news: Charlie Hunnam is back on the small screen, and let’s be honest, the world just got a little bit more jaw-line intense. The man who made grunting in a leather vest an art form on Sons of Anarchy is now trading his bike for, well, something even more insane. He’s starring in a new show called Monster, and it might just be the weirdest, most delightful thing to hit your television since someone decided to deep-fry a stick of butter at a state fair.

Forget what you think you know. This isn’t another brooding, tough-guy role where he punches a man’s face off in the first five minutes. Oh, there’s still plenty of brooding, because Hunnam’s face is basically a brooding factory with a permit, but the premise is bananas. The series follows a fictionalized version of a real-life “monster hunter” named James “L.A.” Forker who spent thirty years tracking cryptids in the California desert. Yes, you heard that right: cryptids. Bigfoot, the Chupacabra, and possibly a three-eyed raccoon named Gerald are on the menu.

Now, you might think, “Great, another show about guys in bad wigs stumbling through the woods.” But here’s the surprising fact: the real James Forker was actually a pizza delivery man with a Ph.D. in folklore. No, I’m not joking. He delivered pepperoni pizzas by day and hunted the Mothman by night. Charlie reportedly spent three weeks learning how to fold a pizza box with “the perfect amount of contempt” for his character, because method acting is a hell of a drug.

And the dialogue? Oh, it’s cheesy in the best way possible. One scene has Hunnam’s character explaining to a skeptical FBI agent that he can’t take a case because “the moon is in a moody phase, and the Sasquatch population gets testy.” The show’s creator, a former Doctor Who writer, admitted they just let Charlie improv half his lines. The result is a mix of Shakespearean gravel-voice and the ramblings of a man who’s been drinking too much gas station coffee.

Let’s talk about the costume, because you cannot have a monster show without some questionable rubber suits. The main monster, a creature called the “Palm Springs Howler,” is played by a contortionist in a full-body spandex suit painted to look like a melted popsicle. Hunnam had to wrestle this thing in 110-degree heat, and during one take, the suit’s zipper broke, sending the actor laughing so hard he forgot his line. The blooper reel is reportedly longer than the actual season.

But here’s the kicker that will make you slap your knee: the show is actually historically accurate in the most absurd way. Forker’s real journals, which the series uses as source material, include a detailed account of how he once caught a “demon jackrabbit” using only a slingshot and a bag of organic carrots. The episode based on this is titled “Carrot of Doom,” and Hunnam delivers a ten-minute monologue about the spiritual enlightenment found in root vegetables. I am not making this up.

Of course, the internet is already losing its mind. Fans are making memes of Hunnam’s character staring at a blurry photograph of a Bigfoot print while captioning it, “The pork chops are ready, but the hunt is not.” One Twitter user suggested the show should have been called Sons of Anarchy: Cryptid Edition, which is honestly a better title. But Hunnam himself said in an interview that he took the role because he was “tired of playing dudes who just yell and break things,” and he wanted to “explore the art of gentle confusion.”

The Cast is Weirdly Perfect

The supporting cast includes a British actress who plays a no-nonsense biologist and talks to Hunnam like he’s a toddler with a gun. There’s also a former WWE wrestler who plays a skeptical sheriff with a prosthetic arm that fires confetti when he gets angry. The chemistry is bizarre, like watching a squirrel, a bagpipe, and a golden retriever try to solve a crime. Hunnam’s character calls the sheriff “Sparkles” after the arm incident, and it becomes the show’s running gag.

What’s genuinely surprising is the emotional depth. In one episode, Hunnam’s Forker breaks down crying over a dead chupacabra because “it just wanted to be loved, man.” It’s hilarious and heartbreaking. You will laugh at a man sobbing into a jar of pickled lizard eggs, and then you’ll feel bad for laughing. That’s the magic of this show: it makes you examine your own soul while a man in a moth costume farts glitter.

Should You Watch It?

Look, if you want pure, unadulterated nonsense that somehow becomes profound, yes. If you want to see Charlie Hunnam deliver a sermon about “the sacred bond between a man and his night-vision goggles,” absolutely. It’s streaming on Apple TV+ next month, and it’s only eight episodes because the budget went to renting a real desert and paying for all those organic carrots. The first episode ends with Hunnam’s character looking directly at the camera and saying, “Sometimes the biggest monster is the one inside... of a twelve-foot-tall kangaroo.” You’ll either turn it off or watch the whole season in one night. There is no middle ground.

So grab your popcorn, embrace the weirdness, and remember: if you ever see a sweaty, handsome British man in the desert grilling a suspiciously large steak, just wave. It’s probably just Charlie Hunnam, method acting his way into your heart with a side of cryptid conspiracy. And honestly? We need more of that in this world.