While I’m sure there is an unbelievable true story at the heart of The Big Cigar, Apple’s latest historical series can’t seem to find the thread to make it interesting. At only six, 30ish-minute episodes, it moves way too quickly, resulting in a show where almost everything is underdeveloped. On top of that, tonally speaking, it’s a disjointed mishmash, jumping from paranoid thriller to caper-y romp to character study to social commentary, none of which is helped by random time jumps. I guess this is what happens when you base a miniseries on a Playboy article, but this Cigar needs to be extinguished. Killer soundtrack, though.