In the interest of due diligence, I recently reread my review from 2000 of the first big-screen “Charlie’s Angels.” I opened that appraisal with a fast takedown and a sincerely posed question: “Of course, it’s terrible — but did it have to be this bad?”

Two decades later, I hopefully watched the new big-screen version of “Charlie’s Angels,” which turns out to be another egregious stinker. Perhaps that isn’t a surprise, though it serves as another reminder that you can’t overturn the master’s house simply by rearranging the furniture. You need to burn the whole thing down.

Widely derided when it first hit, the “Charlie’s Angels” television series (1976-1981) centered on three young women with fabulous hair — the breakout performer was the feathered Farrah Fawcett — who work as detectives for the enigmatic Charles Townsend. A heard but never-seen Prince Charming, Charlie (the patrician-sounding John Forsythe) rescued the women from their sexist police jobs and now runs them through a go-between, a buffoonish neuter named Bosley. Arriving toward the end of second-wave feminism’s most radical era, the show tried to capitalize on the women’s liberation movement while gleefully turning its stars into sexualized spectacles.