If you like shouting at the telly then The 100.
Earth has been devastated by nuclear fallout, but a small selection of the worlds finest, I mean the USAs finest have been circling the world in a doughnut shaped spaceship for 90 years. Unfortunately they are running low on oxygen so decide to sent 100 troubled but mostly beautiful teens back to earth , one way, sink or swim.
Back on Earth though, things have not stood still, in a relatively small geographic area factional tribes have evolved, and when I say evolved I mean it, new belief systems, new languages, new spikey hand held weapons. It makes you proud to see what 90 years of no television can achieve creatively.
The only things that have survived from our broken world are good dentistry , hair products, black lipstick, tattoo skills and the ability to work with leather.
There are so many plot loops, back tracks, and wtf moments it’s hard to keep track, cult leaders with implanted electrodes and bad blood, other stuff with blood - not pleasant- , regenerated dynasties, artificial intelligences, cryogenically imprisoned baddies . Every season is a revelation. It is a joy.