REVIEW: The ‘Burbs – Season One [2026]

Rating: TV-MA | Episodes: 8 | Runtime: 40 minutes
Release Date: February 8th, 2026 (USA)
Studio: Peacock
Creator(s): Celeste Hughey

For the boys!

I wasn’t sure what to expect going into Celeste Hughey’s television adaptation of The ‘Burbs. Was it going to be a requel? Or was it just a full reboot spring-boarding off Dana Olsen’s original move script to create something new? Seeing Wendy Schaal’s name in the first episode’s credits had me thinking it might be the former before a photo of Tom Hanks standing in for someone not named Ray Peterson officially confirmed the latter.

This was a welcome development because it meant Hughey’s goal was to build something wholly her own—especially with the intentional decision to cast a Black woman in the lead. I watched Joe Dante’s film a few days ago and it proved impossible to ignore just how white it was, so Keke Palmer’s inclusion is a major departure and thus perfectly positioned to say more about suburban life beyond just the cliquish nature and rampant boredom-inducing paranoia.

It’s therefore not out of the realm of plausibility that the show might reveal Hinkley Hills was a sundown town wherein POC inhabitants still don’t sit well with the old guard. Maybe things would get flipped on their heads with Samira (Palmer) and her husband Rob (Jack Whitehall) becoming the new Klopeks that everyone else worries about since they’ve introduced a racial element the incumbant white supremacy can’t handle. A huge part of the Klopeks being de facto pariahs was their cultural “otherness.”

Could Hughey still go there if Peacock renews the show for future seasons? Sure. I don’t think she will, though. Not after the core mystery came to light during the course of these eight episodes. But that doesn’t mean race isn’t important. There are some interesting things said courtesy of Rob’s childhood friend Naveen (Kapil Talwalkar) explaining what it was like growing up there as part of the sole POC family. There’s a profiling police call, a few “I’m saying ‘Black’ in a neutral way” gags, and a very conscious undercurrent of white privlege.

So, don’t think Palmer’s inclusion is simply a means for hollow representation. It is a thematic choice and the show doesn’t gloss over that fact despite minimizing it at times. It’s also used as a catalyst for deflection once the mystery starts to unravel because it’s an easy topic with which to mark characters as nefarious or reveal trusted allies. Because actions speak louder than words and Hughey uses both to steer our noses towards and away from different scents depending on when she’s ready to unearth a new development.

The main intrigue stems from an event that occurred twenty years prior when Rob and Naveen were in high school and living with the parents. A young girl went missing and rumors have it that she may have been murdered and buried in the basement of the large Victorian estate known as the Hickley House. So, when Rob moves back into his childhood home with new wife Samira and their baby (Naveen had already moved back), that estate had already become run-down from disuse. Now, suddenly out of nowhere, it’s put on the market.

Samira is thus revealed as the Hanks character once her “baby brain” and stir crazed energy (after being plucked from the big city to the suburbs on maternity leave from her law office) hits overdrive. What really happened? Why does Rob seem to know more than he’s letting on? How come the new friends she makes (Julia Duffy’s Lynn, Paula Pell’s Dana, and Mark Proksch’s Tod) all arrived after the Grants moved away and don’t therefore have first-hand knowledge of the drama? The wheels start turning and the hypothesizes start forming.

Rob isn’t a one-dimensional spouse like Carrie Fisher, though. Yes, he’s the skeptic trying to get Samira to listen to reason, but his own secrets force us to wonder if he might actually be her target. And once Gary (Justin Kirk) appears, buying the abandoned home overnight and acting very shady, Rob will become just as paranoid as his wife. The show wields this duality throughout the cast to keep us on our toes insofar as its rug pulls are concerned. Whose secrets are benign? Whose are criminal?

It’s a smart murder mystery revision with enough twists and turns to lead us astray so the final reveal feels as surprising as it can. We learn more about the eccentrics (Lynn’s hostess who refuses to let anyone into her home, Dana’s former Marine who refuses to leave the cul-de-sac, and Tod’s emotionless voyeur with seemingly infinite resources), the murdered girl, and Gary’s creepiness. And we discover more about this “safest neighborhood in the world” via its retiring stewards, Agnes (Danielle Kennedy) and Bill (Randy Oglesby) Festersen.

There’s also a mystery woman (Erica Dasher), an ambitious teen (Kyrie Mcalpin), and a bully from Rob and Naveen’s past (Max Carver) to contend with as each new open door inevitably introduces another closed one. Rather than just frustrate the characters (and us), though, the absurd comedy following closely behind helps diffuse the tension. A lot of the jokes come straight from the movie too whether sardines, pooping dogs, or a whole lot of unjustified snooping.

While the tone is fun as a result, I’d be lying if I said it worked perfectly. There are many instances where the show really leans into its “sitcom-ness.” I think it’s because Hughey is going for the same caricatured farce Dante used, but it comes off a bit too over-the-top—like we’re watching the full-length version of a throwaway sitcom parody playing in the background of a different show. But maybe that’s just me. Maybe I’ve been “prestige-pilled” to the point of turning my nose at the medium doing what it’s always done.

Regardless, I had a good time. There’s enough purpose to the race commentary to augment the whodunnit, enough connective tissue to the original to satisfy my nostalgia itch (there’s one more cameo from the old cast that I didn’t mention), and enough kooky supporting players to enjoy watching Palmer embrace Samira’s manic conspiracy theorist knowing she’s amongst tin-foil friends. And while final episode’s penchant for long cut to blacks is very annoying, the many loose ends born from them do nicely set-up a second season.